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CH1192: The Agents of Death
'Damn it!' The Queen of Spade cussed inwardly.
He didn't think they would be found so quickly, nor that it would be his fault they were found. His body was still feeling the effects of the beating -no, torture inflicted on him by the King of Spade.
He was having difficulty raising his leg, much less walking.
He was currently using all of his willpower to push himself to run. But he knew when the adrenaline stopped pumping, he would collapse from the pain and fatigue.
However, the source of his concerns wasn't himself, but his lover.
Once they were caught, her stubborn and obsessive father would likely have her locked up somewhere he can monitor her every second of the day.
But if it was only that, it wouldn't be a problem.