Try Begging - Chapter 142.2

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“Looks like her handiwork on your face.”

One side of his face was swollen red.

As the man tried to turn his head away while wincing from the whip, Leon grabbed his hair and forced him to make eye contact. Looking down at the man who had been a notorious rebel leader just minutes earlier, now reduced to a pitiful state, he couldn’t help but click his tongue in disdain.

“I wonder why she trusted someone as insignificant as you till the end. How did you brainwash her? Tell me. No, actually, we can get to that later…”

He released the man’s hair with a dismissive toss of his hand. His gaze then swept the area before settling on Jimmy again.

“Tell me. Where is my woman right now?”

It was at that moment, with a twisted smile on his face—

Bang!

—A thunderous noise shattered the air and echoed up to the sky.

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Without realizing it, she found herself tuning into the gunfire that kept getting more distant.

Evil battled evil.

…No, humans battle. It was human greed.

Grace suddenly realized. There was no absolute good or evil in this world. There was only human greed. Therefore, she decided not to take sides anymore. From now on, as her mother’s will suggested, she would live only for her own happiness.

She walked down the dark forest path while holding an oil lantern in one hand and a heavy bag in the other. She then stopped suddenly.

“Hmm…”

She snorted disapprovingly and turned around.

Boom!

An explosion thundered from somewhere deep in the forest, and the ground shook as if something had collapsed beneath it.

“I’m still of use.”

Grace chuckled to herself, turning back around to continue her walk.

Soon, the forest path ended, and a wide river unfolded before her. Walking about thirty meters south along the riverbank, she came upon a small dock. At its end, out of place for a rural village, was a high-end motorboat that was anchored.

She uncovered the four-seater boat and threw her luggage onto the back seat. The bag contained money stolen from the underground safe, along with a handgun, dagger, and ammunition.

Foolish boy.

It was fortunate that the punk hadn’t gotten rid of his habit of leaving keys in his desk drawer. After quickly untying the mooring ropes at the dock, Grace climbed aboard the mahogany boat and sat down at the helm, inserting the key.

The engine roared to life immediately.

Just like Jimmy to keep his boat well-maintained, the fuel gauge needle was at full.

“Alright…”

With her escape preparations complete, she caressed her belly where she could feel the baby’s movement and sighed deeply.

“You’re coming with me for now.”

It was a night with a full moon.

Her gaze, which was initially lost to the endless unseen horizon of the silvery river, gradually turned resolute.

The riverbank, where animals hibernate, and migratory birds had flown south for the winter, was quiet. The sounds of gunfire had ceased, leaving only the faint echoes of carols. While one side waged war, it seemed a Christmas Eve service was in full swing in a village across the river.

Grace hummed along to the familiar hymn lyrics.

“Have mercy upon us, forgive us all our sins…”

Her lips twisted as she recited the holy words.

Sins must be paid for to be forgiven.

…And there was one more person who had to pay.

‘Leon Winston, now it’s your turn to suffer in hell.’

If falling in love was the start of her revenge, then disappearing forever would complete her vendetta against that man.

And there would be no end to this revenge.

Without hesitation, Grace turned the gear. The boat thundered forward, slicing through the moonlit waters. The woman named Grace, a so-called grace from God, delivered hell to all sinners.

And then she vanished. Without a trace.