Chapter 423
In the face of overwhelming strength, every attempt at sneaky ambushes seemed utterly ridiculous.
The most annoying thing, however, was the enormous spotlight overhead. It darted around, blinding anyone it targeted, malding it nearly impossible to see clearly. The abandoned fireworks factory glowed so brightly from the outside that even its walls appeared faintly translucent.
Mike was desperate to find Sandra and kept trying to push forward. But that relentless spotlight followed his every move, sweeping across the factory floor as more attackers emerged from the shadows, anned and ready.
Stephan wasn’t immune to the harsh plate, squinting as the intense light bumed his vision. Yet his movements remained calculated and calm. He picked up a metal pipe from the ground and hurled it at the spotlight with brutal precision
The shattering sound echoed loudly as the spotlight exploded into darkness. For a moment, the factory was plunged into shadowy stillness.
Then, anotherlight flickered on from a different angle.
“Damn it, this is endless! Mike muttered in trustration. He reached for the main power switch again, but it was no use. The spotlights weren’t connected to the factory’s main circuit.
Before they had time to react further, the attackers swarmed. More figures rushed toward Mike and Stephan from every corner of the factory, their weapons raised.
Stephan shoved Mike forward, his vole calm but tim “o find Sandra. Leave this to me.”
Mike didn’t hesitate. No matter how chaotic the situation was, he charged ahead. Faintly, he could hear the sound of Sandra crying from the second floor.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted on the ground floor. Stephan’s combat skills were terrifying. Every move he made was lethal, every strike calculated to ensure no one gor past him to block Mike’s path.
“Go to helll‘
One attacker langed, but Stephan caught him by the throat with one hand. His dark eyes were as deep and cold as the sea, exuding a chilling menace that froze the man in place.
With a sharp twist, a sickening crack was beard. The attacker’s head lolled to the side, terror still etched on his face. The next moment, his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Dutside, headlights cur through the dacloness as a fleet of o
cars roared to a stop
Stephan’s reinforcements had arrived.
The Tussell family’s well–trained men moved precisely around the factory, making sure no one could escape. While some stayed outside to secure the perimeter, the rest flooded into the factory.
Stephan had already dealt with most of the attackers inside, but his men swiftly took control of the remaining chaos.
“Mr. Russell,” one of his men called out.
“Search every comer. Don’t miss a single spot,” Stephan ordered, taking the bandlachiet handed to him and wiping the blood from his hands. It wasn’t his own blood but someone else’s.
“Understood!”
The men dispersed quickly. The factory was vast, and finding a two–year–old child in such a place wouldn’t be easy.
Stephan headed toward the stairs leading to the second floor, his stalde steady. Then, as if something had occurred to him, he paused and asked, “Is Felicia still in
The man hesitated before anwening, “Felicia? No, Mr. Russell When we arrived, the car was empty. We didn’t see her inside.
Stephan stopped in his tracks and tumed sharply. His piercing gaze sent a shëver down the man’s spine.
Before entering the factory, stephan had told Felicia to stay in the car. Now, she was gone. Had she left on brown, or had someone taken her?
His expression darkened instantly
Before he could say anything, the sound of a scuffle erupted from upstairs.
