Chapter 546:

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The tattooed man offered a lazy nod, but his gaze soon slid to Kristopher, narrowing with open suspicion. “So what’s the cripple doing here?” he demanded, stalking closer and raking Kristopher up and down with a critical stare. “Don’t tell me this guy makes bombs, too. You were supposed to be the only one with a talent for that kind of thing—and now, what, the world’s crawling with explosives experts?”

His pointed words made the air suddenly heavy with unease. Dayna felt it first—the subtle shift as the man’s fingers drifted toward the gun at his hip, every muscle in his arm tense and ready.

Doubt crept into his gaze as he took in the unfolding scene. Survivors like them always recognized the scent of danger a second before it struck. Years of living on the edge had honed their instincts razor-sharp.

In response, Dayna dropped her voice to a gravelly murmur.

“He’s not a bomb maker,” she said, every word steady and slow. “He’s here to watch my back.”

The tattooed man’s lips curled in open contempt. “You expect me to believe that? A cripple for a bodyguard?”

Dayna didn’t so much as blink. Her tone stayed calm, steady, unbothered by his sneer. “He’s the best marksman you’ll ever see. The man could shoot the wings off a fly from across the room. I don’t care if he’s disabled—what matters is he never misses.”

Suspicion deepened in the tattooed man’s eyes. He didn’t move closer, but the tension in his body said he was ready for trouble. He prowled around them with the wariness of someone guarding his turf, never taking his eyes off Dayna or Kristopher.

Behind him, his bodyguards had already swung their submachine guns up, fingers hovering over the triggers, ready to fire at a word.

𝗥е𝗮𝗱 t𝗁𝖾 l𝖺𝗍𝘦𝘀t t𝗿е𝘯𝗱𝘴 𝗈n g𝖺l𝗻𝗈𝗏e𝗅ѕ.𝗰о𝘮

Dayna’s skin prickled with cold sweat. They had barely set their plan in motion, yet already they stood on the edge of disaster.

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