Chapter 427: Chapter 427

If he hadn’t dodged quickly enough and pinned his leg, this kick would have crippled him.

Underneath Damian Quinn’s mask, his handsome face was now so dark it seemed ink could drip from it, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew even deeper.

How disgusting, a grown man’s leg is that thin.

In the depths of Damian Quinn’s mesmerizing eyes appeared a look of disgust, and with a "crack," he ruthlessly twisted her leg.

Serena Everett winced in pain, her face turning a shade paler as she gritted her teeth against the agony of her twisted leg, then swung her fist back to hit the man’s gut.

The man took a step back, the peach blossom eyes behind his golden mask filled with malice, blocking her punch.

Serena’s figure moved like a wraith as she lunged towards him, entwining herself around him while reaching for the gun that had been knocked to the ground earlier.

Just as she was about to touch the pistol on the ground, it was kicked away by the man.

Damn it, if she didn’t finish off this bastard today, she wasn’t worthy of her last name!

Serena was utterly enraged, her attacks becoming more vicious, each move deadly.

Damian Quinn didn’t back down either, both of them displaying extraordinary skills, with neither gaining the upper hand.

Serena’s pale fingertips held a gleaming silver needle, stabbing fiercely towards the man’s artery, yet at the same moment, the man’s gun was pressed against her forehead.

The air was deathly silent, the atmosphere extremely tense, filled with a scent of gunpowder.

Both held the key to the other’s life, and neither dared to act rashly for a moment.

"If you surrender now, The Midnight Syndicate can leave you with a whole corpse."

The man’s voice was chilling as it whispered in Serena’s ear.

Serena’s stunningly beautiful fox-like eyes shimmered with intense coldness, her tone lazy but filled with arrogance.

"If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I can also leave you with a whole corpse!"

The man’s voice grew even colder, enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

"What an ignorant fool!"

Serena suddenly punched towards his eyes, and the man couldn’t dodge in time, his golden mask knocked off.

"Looking for death!" Damian Quinn’s gaze turned extremely cold, aiming at her head as he pulled the trigger.

"The one who dies today is you!"

Serena’s hand thrust the silver needle fiercely towards the man’s neck artery, but just as the silver needle was about to pierce his artery, she saw the face beneath the mask and froze, eyes wide with disbelief, blurting out.

Too shocked to remember to use a fake voice, she used her real voice.

This was indeed his little girl’s voice!!!

Damian Quinn’s pupils shrank sharply, his exquisitely handsome face full of disbelief, and the hand holding the gun trembled immediately.

Why was his little girl here?!

Serena finally snapped out of her shock, her molars almost cracking, but she quietly withdrew the silver needle from the man’s artery, still fuming inside.

She was already seeing red and then they told her the bastard leader of The Midnight Syndicate she wanted to kill was actually her man!!!

She had never been so aggrieved in her life!

Thinking about how she was nearly crippled by her own little girl’s kick... Damian Quinn’s mood instantly became very complicated.

"You’re pretty tough, go ahead and shoot if you’ve got the guts!"

Looking at the muzzle aimed at her head, Serena grew more and more furious, speaking with a derisive sneer.

Facing the little girl’s eyes, Damian Quinn’s hand holding the gun trembled violently, feeling fear for the first time.

Luckily, the gun didn’t go off accidentally and hurt his little girl, or he’d never forgive himself!

Seeing the man drop his gun and reach out to hug her, Serena immediately pushed him away forcefully, her red lips tightly pursed, her beautiful face taut with anger.

"Serena, I’m sorry..."

Serena didn’t want to deal with him, her little face cold as she walked towards the car.

Watching her limp as she walked, Damian Quinn’s heart clenched tightly—he had broken his little girl’s leg himself...

"Serena, let me take a look at your leg first, when we get back you can punish me however you like to vent your anger, I’ll do whatever you say!"

He really wasn’t gentle earlier...

Thinking about how he had personally twisted his little girl’s leg, Damian Quinn’s handsome face was full of regret and remorse, the sharp pain in his heart overwhelming him with self-blame.

"It’s not necessary."

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This method worked but was incredibly painful, even grown men would cry out in agony, but Serena only turned paler, making no sound at all.

Damian Quinn was beside himself with worry, his regret and self-blame reaching a peak, kneeling on one knee, his large bony hands gently touching the girl’s leg, softly massaging it.

"It’s all my fault, but I never intended to hurt you!"

If he had known she was his little girl, he would never have treated her this way!

Just then, Chase Sherman brought a group of Hidden Guards from The Midnight Syndicate rushing over, only to be stunned by the scene before them.

What did they just see?!

Their boss was kneeling on one knee, massaging the leg of the person who had blown up their munitions factory and casino!!!

They all must be blind!