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Chapter 1283: Allison's heart pounded as she looked at Kellan. "Don't listen to him! He must be lying!"

She stood with her back pressed against the cliff, her hands moving discreetly as she used the small silver dinner knife to slice through the ropes.

Kellan caught onto what she was doing. At this moment, the best thing he could do was stall for time.

"I see. If you let her go, I'll do it." Verruckt scoffed. "How touching - but it also annoys me."

He had decided that even if Kellan died, Allison wouldn't be walking away. But watching Kellan willingly offer himself up? That was something Verruckt could savor.

He tossed the dagger at Kellan's feet. "Go on, then. Use it. Kill yourself. If you actually do it, I'll let her go."

As their eyes met, Kellan reached down and grabbed the knife. He knew this knife. It was Allison's - the same one she had once driven into Verruckt's body. He had kept it all this time.

"I hope you keep your word."

Kellan set his gun aside. Keeping his focus on Allison's every movement, Kellan carefully pressed the sharp dagger to his neck.

Everyone's attention was on Kellan - including the guard standing by Allison's side. And at that moment, she broke free.

Her eyes met Kellan's. In the next heartbeat, she spun, taking down the guard in one swift movement. Seizing his gun, she aimed. "Kellan, do it!" she shouted.

Bang!

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The gunshot rang out, and without hesitation, Kellan raised his weapon, firing directly at Verruckt.

It all happened in an instant, so quickly that most wouldn't have even registered the movement.

Verruckt, quick as he was, barely managed to dodge. But even his reflexes couldn't save him completely; the bullet grazed his arm.

"Allison, you!"

Fury ignited in Verruckt's voice.

Once again, he had been deceived.

His grip tightened on the trigger as he shouted at his men, "You! Go and stop Kellan!"

"Yes!"

The moment those words left his mouth, chaos erupted.

Allison's shots were rapid and precise, but her ammunition was limited. Before long, the clip was empty.

And that wasn't the worst of it. The wound on her abdomen, which had only just begun to heal, tore open again.

Her strength faltered. Blood loss caused her to stagger. Before she could react, Verruckt seized the moment. In one swift motion, he grabbed her and yanked her against him.

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