Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 480

"Eustace, several of our clubs are being raided by the authorities!"

"Eustace, our turf was attacked! A huge number of our brothers got hauled away!"

"Eustace..."

One piece of horrific news flew in after another like snowflakes in a blizzard, turning Eustace's face an ashen gray.

All the reports wove together into a suffocating net, completely trapping them.

It was practically certain that tonight's rescue operation was an absolute trap!

No wonder they managed to track down Nathan's location so easily; Quentin must have deliberately thrown out the bait, waiting for them to jump straight in.

Now, with Ms. Prescott and Pierce trapped deep within the estate, Eustace was left alone to fight a losing battle on the perimeter.

"Pass down my orders. All entertainment clubs cease operations immediately and comply fully with the official inspections!" Eustace forced down the raging anxiety in his chest and issued cold commands. "Tell Leo Vance to retract our territories and pull our men back immediately. Do not leave the enemy with any leverage!"

Once solid evidence was left behind, the underground network they had poured millions and endless sweat into building would be utterly obliterated tonight.

Meanwhile, Astraea Group fared no better.

Factories were set ablaze, the flames licking the sky, and several subsidiaries were violently vandalized back-to-back.

Quentin had clearly lost his mind. To uproot Astraea Group, his methods had verged on pure insanity.

The existence of Phoenix and Pierce had severely triggered his reverse scale, making him sense a fatal crisis.

To crush those two, he was willing to pay any price to wipe Astraea Group off the map in Highcrest.

In this siege, the Osborne Family acted as the perfect cleaner—handling the rear and pulling strings with official authorities to buy time for the frontline atrocities.

Phoenix's roots in Highcrest were ultimately too shallow, lacking official protection. Faced with this overwhelming slaughter, Astraea Group was destined to hemorrhage heavily tonight.

And at this very moment, Phoenix, standing in the eye of the storm, was locked in a blood-soaked fight for survival.

Inside the abandoned building, gunpowder smoke choked the air.

Even with her peerless combat skills, being surrounded by several elite professional assassins had pushed Phoenix into a desperate corner.

After multiple rounds of a life-and-death struggle, her body was riddled with cuts of varying depths. Yet, rather than forcing her to back down, the pain only provoked the savage ferocity in her bones.

During the hellish trials at Blackwood Penitentiary, she had long grown accustomed to dancing on the blade's edge of death. Relying on her weed-like resilience, she had survived to see today.

Her current predicament would only sharpen her fangs.

"Damn it! How the hell is this bitch so weird?! We've been brawling for this long and haven't even nicked a hair on her head!"

"Her speed and reflexes are god-tier! The terrain here is too complex, and with the smoke bombs, we can't aim properly!"

"Cease fire! Prepare for close-quarters combat, don't hit our own guys!"

The assassins quickly reached a consensus.

Firing blindly into the thick smoke would only sign their own death warrants.

The smoke grenades Phoenix threw were a stroke of absolute genius.

But the smoke would clear eventually, and she had to end this fast!

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