Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1170

King hit the ground running, following the path Max's team had scouted earlier. The air was thick with the sounds of footsteps and explosions echoing all around. The higher he climbed, the darker his expression became. The madness of these people went beyond his wildest expectations. Time was running out. Border forces would soon arrive, and if they didn't retreat before that, they'd be clashing with multiple countries.

King spared no one who crossed his path, his resolve as solid as steel.

Another explosion thundered, and he instinctively dove for cover, feeling the ground quake beneath him. Paying no mind to those behind him, he pressed on towards his destination.

At the mountain's base, the two factions clashed. The organization's members fought with a desperation that bordered on madness, their eyes wild with the knowledge that this incident would draw international attention. Mr. Kenzo and Ms. Irene were right; this was their shot at making history.

Brainwashed to the core, the members followed Ms. Irene's orders without question. And Mr. Kenzo's as well.

Halfway up, King stopped dead in his tracks. He finally understood why the explosions were concentrated at the mountain's base-it was the perfect trigger for a landslide, a disaster far more terrifying than any attack. Even as the ground shifted beneath him, King's focus remained unshaken.

Reaching the summit, he found the compound in chaos, shaking on its foundations. Some had parachuted in, landing amidst a fierce battle with the organization's members.

King's only thought was to replace Brielle. He searched every corner, even as the ground continued to tremble. If the landslide expanded, the entire area would be swept away, leaving no survivors.

"Brielle!" he shouted, but his voice was lost amidst the cacophony of gunfire.

Irene cut down everyone in her way, wiping her blood-stained dagger on a red scarf.

Kenzo, witnessing the carnage around her, saw for the first time the extent of her ferocity. Irene was far stronger than anyone had anticipated.

"Darling, am I not formidable?" she asked, her face smeared with blood yet radiating a chilling beauty.

Kenzo, skilled in combat himself, realized he had never seen a woman of such caliber before.

"Darling, from now on, don't leave my sight, or I'll be cross," she warned, the dagger in her hand an extension of her will.

Irene wiped the blood from her

cheek, locking eyes with King as he

entered the room. She raised an eyebrow, recognizing a significant threat but chose not to engage merely observing as he moved on.

Laughing softly, she leaned against a pillar, the ground beneath her beginning to shift. They had mere minutes before the landslide would carry everything away.

Kenzo grabbed her wrist, urging, "Let's go."

But Irene hesitated, her gaze fixed- on the helicopters battling overhead. Debris was falling and exploding upon impact, accelerating the landslide's onset.

The alarm blaring in her ears was a warning from the neighboring countries.

"Darling, we have two minutes. Do we go after Brielle or not?" she asked, her resolve unshaken.

Kenzo remained silent.

Sighing, Irene gripped her dagger and stepped forward, only to be halted by Jaired, who grabbed her wrist firmly. "Irene, enough," he pleaded.

With a swift motion, her dagger sliced a fine cut across Jaired's cheek, a thin line that began to bleed profusely.

For a moment, Irene's aggression faded, and she stared blankly at the blood trickling down.

Jaired released her, his eyes brimming with tears.

"It's enough."