Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 689 In the brief moment his accomplice was stunned, he seized the opportunity-landing a solid punch and knocking the man down. Khloe, however, seemed to notice something. She suddenly acted, clapping her hands abruptly and unexpectedly. "Young lady, you're... quite something," the man muttered, staring at her. A dark, twisted amusement crept into his eyes. Because Khloe was beautiful, his sadistic impulses flared. He wanted to see her panic, beg, even weep with those delicate, tear-streaked expressions. One impulsive thrill had already made him overstep.

Who could have imagined that she-sitting atop a bomb-would behave in such a reckless, defiant manner? He leaned closer, forgetting caution, and cupped her face. His grip tightened suddenly. "You're not afraid of dying?" "Afraid..." Khloe's voice trembled, "...but didn't you just say it doesn't matter whether one dies sooner or later? And if | leave this seat, everyone here dies. In other words... your life is in my hands now." The man chuckled, not expecting such audacity from someone ---- so delicate. Beneath her fragile exterior, there was madness lurking.

But before he could react further, his gun was pressed once more against her forehead. "Is that so? Then maybe | should just kill you..." His low, menacing words were cut off as Khloe suddenly lunged forward, clutching both of his hands! Startled, the man barely had time to react before another figure came crashing from the side, twisting his arms and sending him sprawling to the floor. It was the tall man in the oversized jacket and cap. Strong and precise, he wrenched the gun from the attacker's hand and threw it aside.

The move was sudden, and the man's accomplice scrambled to raise his weapon in response. But at that moment, a sharp brake slammed the bus to a halt Without aiming, the man fired, shattering one side of the glass. Simultaneously, a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of his head. It was Nick. He sprang into action, working seamlessly with the cap-clad man to neutralize the threat. The driver, quick on his feet, ---- swerved the bus to aid their counterattack, disabling the accomplice's position.

The man in the cap landed a series of heavy punches to the man 'on the ground, leaving him unconscious. "Come help!" the cap-clad man barked at Ryan. "Noah?! Ryan exclaimed, recognizing him as the man removing his mask. Startled awake, he scrambled forward and helped tie the assailant's hands. "Quick-help the others first!" Khloe didn't hesitate. Her gaze immediately went to the elderly woman lying still on the floor. Fear made her heart hammer violently against her chest.

Earlier, during the scuffle between the two thugs, she had noticed subtle communication between Nick and the man in the cap. The latter had positioned himself in the blind spot of the assailant, ready to strike. Both were armed, and to draw attention away, they had deliberately risked attracting one of the thugs' focus. Nick restrained the subdued man and glanced toward the still- shaken female student. "You-go get the medicine for the elderly lady. Quickly!" ---- Finally snapping out of her fear, the student rushed to the woman's bag, pulling out a small bottle of medication.

She carefully administered it to the elderly woman, whose body twitched as she struggled to breathe. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man, paralyzed with fright and having wet himself, took a few moments to regain composure. Shakily, he staggered forward toward the bus front. "Driver! Open the doors! Open the doors!" The driver had already turned the bus around. He had contacted his company via the communications device, alerting them to the bomb on board. Now, his priority was to drive the bus to a safe location to meet the rescue team. "This area's remote and deserted...

wait until we're ahead to get off," he muttered. Given the situation inside, evacuating the passengers was now imperative.