Suddenly, a sudden change occurred as a group of black-clad figures emerged from all directions, aiming their guns at Bradley.

Damn it!

Lost in the heat of the moment earlier, trouble had now found its way to them.

"Bring out Juliet for me!" ordered Juan, who was still crawling on the ground unable to stand.

Quickly, two men dragged the limp Juliet out. Clearly, she had suffered greatly, covered in wounds, hair dishevelled, mouth gagged with black duct tape, and blood staining her thighs. But her eyelashes were still fluttering, a sign of life.

Bradley furrowed his brows, his voice heavy, "Our grievances do not involve the innocent. Let her go."

"Let her go? How can I keep you in check then? I want to torture her right in front of you, let you taste the feeling of helplessness." Juan forced himself to stand but immediately collapsed again.

"Damn it!" He cursed, unable to understand why he couldn't muster any strength.

He could only lie there and issue orders, "Brothers, we've all suffered under the oppression of Solterra Kingdom. Do you want revenge?"

"Yes!" came the unanimous reply.

"Then capture Leonard Newman for me!"

With his men ready, they all charged at Bradley.

Armed with guns, if they were to start shooting, Bradley would be in deep trouble.

Without hesitation, Freya flicked her wrist, sending out silver needles, taking down several men. With swift movements, she reached Bradley's side, grabbing his hand. "Let's go."

"Who dares to leave? I'll kill this woman right away!" threatened Juan, pointing his gun at Juliet's forehead, his tone menacing.

Freya loosened her grip, glancing at Bradley.

"Freya, you're quite bold, disguising yourself to sneak in like this!" Bradley looked deeply into her eyes. Ever since Juan kneeled before him, he had known her true identity.

"I was worried about you!"

"That's no excuse to act recklessly. Go quickly. This place is not safe."

"I don't want to. I want to fight side by side with you. Although I don't know who these people are, I know that leaving you alone would make it difficult for you to escape!" Freya was stubborn.

Bradley sighed helplessly, "Rest assured, they can't harm me. I'll return to you safely, as promised."

"In the face of life and death, I never believe in promises. So don't think about pushing me away to face death alone."

"Damn it, even facing death, you still have the mood to talk about love. Get rid of these two people for me!" Juan cursed.

He hadn't expected Bradley's people to infiltrate as well, but seeing that it was a woman, he wasn't afraid anymore.

What can a woman do? In the end, she will still be toyed with by us.

His men's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Freya, go. Before it is too late! These were all desperate criminals, adept at tormenting women." He despised their lecherous looks towards Freya.

"I'm going with you. If you're going to die, I'll die with you. Don't say anything else." She pulled out a gun from her waist, aiming at the men. Then she looked at Bradley and blinked, "Juliet saved your life. If I save her today, your debts to each other will be settled, and from now on, you won't owe her anything."

With that said, she dashed forward. Her hand flicking a silver needle towards Juan, piercing his wrist.

The gun in Juan's hand clattered to the ground.

"What have you done to me?" Juan felt like his entire arm no longer belonged to him, it was limp and powerless. The excruciating pain was gradually corroding his internal organs.

"Nothing much, just made your limbs powerless. Enjoy the sensation of being bitten by insects." she replied coldly.

"Capture this woman for me, dead or alive!"

Juan never expected to be defeated by a woman. She had brought him down with just a few needles. Today, his true goal was not to take lives, but to make Juliet use all her poisoned needles on Bradley.

As chaos erupted, gunshots rang out.

Freya found herself surrounded by a group of men, their guns aimed at her head.

Bradley, caught in the frenzy of battle, blood staining his eyes, heard the commotion.

When he saw those men pointing guns at Freya, his emotions spiralled out of control, his fists clenched tightly.

"Anyone who dares to touch her, I'll kill them!"

Gunshots echoed outside. Gabriel and Patrick, with the members of the Sigelac, had surrounded the place from two directions.

Juan had already anticipated this outcome. He limped over to Juliet and grabbed her by the neck.

"Leonard Newman, the only living vein of the Jordan family, and you're willing to ignore it?"

Juliet, who was unconscious, was awakened by the enormous fright, and she began to cry desperately, "Brady, please save me..."

Bradley's black eyes churned with ink, his fists tightly clenched.

"Put down your guns and all of you step back, or I'll shoot her right now." Juan threatened fiercely.

Bradley motioned for everyone to step back, slowly lowering his gun...

Suddenly, all the lights went out, leaving the entire small wooden house in pitch darkness. As he reached for his gun to rush to save the hostage, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.

He swiftly turned around, meeting a pair of terrified eyes in the darkness.

Immediately, he grabbed the person's neck, feeling her painful moan.

"I owe you no more." He fiercely flung her away, reaching for the back of his neck, pulling out two mini syringes.

Bradley felt an overwhelming urge to erupt, his consciousness seemingly restrained, all emotions turning into frenzy. He wildly grabbed his gun and started firing.

"Bradley!"

In the darkness, Freya's voice reached him.

With a roar, she shivered.

At that moment, the icy barrel of a gun pressed against her forehead, accompanied by the heavy panting of a man, and the familiar masculine scent filled her senses.

Ignoring the danger, Freya hugged him tightly.

"Don't worry about me, just go."

The beast within him was stirring restlessly, and he was struggling to control it.

Sensing his trembling, Freya felt something was amiss. She reached out and touched his face. "What's wrong with you?"

"Go quickly, I'll hurt you."

Just now, his gun was aimed at her. If it weren't for the scent of her on her body, he would have almost pulled the trigger.

But with this frenzy rising up again, he couldn't control it anymore.

Even more ferocious than before, his restraint was slipping. Soon, his sanity was once again extinguished.

Bradley violently grabbed her neck, his grip so strong it felt like he could tear her apart.

"Bradley, it's me, Freya." Freya squeezed his wrist hard, feeling the suffocation, her face covered in sweat.