Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 212:

In the shadows of the building across the street, two men from the Sacredice crouched, attempting to find the

optimum position when they suddenly heard the sounds of several gunshots.

“Was that you?” one of them asked the other curiously.

The other man shook his head and replied, “It’s not. Probably from Miss Wilson. That gunshot cfrom a

Beretta handgun. Our leader gave her one, right?”

“Well, that explains why she had the guts to follow them,” said the first speaker.

The two of them had been directed to follow Norah secretly and ensure her safety. This task had only ctheir

way starting today. Without much knowledge about Norah, they had deemed her a weak woman, only to find

their assumption wrong. By all indications, Norah wasn’t the typical damsel in distress.

“Anyway, | don’t think the pistol has enough bullets. Let's secure the gun, okay? We might end up needing it,”

the first speaker suggested.

His partner nodded and replied, “Of course.”

Norah raised the muzzle of the gun to her lips and blew off the smoke that was coming from it.

Raising her eyes, she said coolly, “Sorry, it was a little bit noisy just now and | didn't quite catch what you said. If

you don’t mind, could you repeat yourself?”

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The men around Norah, their eyes widened in surprise, knelt on the floor as their now weak legs gave in.

Although these men had bossed others around and participated in numerous illegal activities under Jack's

instruction, they knew very well that apart from Jack and a few of his most trusted men, no one else was

permitted to be equipped with firearms.

Firearms were hard to cby in Otland. Even Jack, supposedly the leader of all the troublemakers in the entire

East Zone, had his power limited due to how rare guns were in Otland. In fact, when they fought each other,

guns were rarely seen. The weapons typically used were knives, machetes, and iron bars.

So, they were quite surprised that Norah had a gun on her.

With speed and a level of accuracy that would impress any gang leader, Norah shot each man in the leg,

crippling them on the spot.

“You, come,” Norah said as she aimed the gun at the head of the four men and gestured toward a spot near her.

The man groaned as he crawled to the spot with the aid of his two hands, dragging his injured leg along. No one

dared to defy Norah, who was holding a gun.

“What were you guys trying to achieve by beating up my friends in her ward today?” Norah asked coldly.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but not a single word cout. How on earth did Norah know

they had visited the ward?

The four men cowered back in fear, mouths agape, afraid of offending Norah.

“Well, since | lack patience and wish to speed things up a little, I'll make it simple for you. I'll count to three, and

if you haven't answered my question by then, I'll use a dagger to stab you,” she said as she pulled out a

gleaming dagger from her waist and gave it a wave.

“Three...”

“Wait! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!” the man yelled frantically as Norah started to pierce his shoulder with

the tip of the dagger.

Hearing his words, Norah lifted the dagger from his shoulder as blood oozed out of the tiny wound she had

made.

“We work for Jack Armstrong, the boss of the East Zone. We don’t know why, but he ordered us to go to the ward

to cause trouble and teach the woman inside a lesson,” the man quickly explained.

He paused for a moment and began to weep. “Please, don’t kill me. I've told you everything that | know.”

Norah tried to remember if she knew anyone by the nof Jack, but she cup with nothing.

If she had to guess, she would say that Armstrong was an enemy of Alice. Perhaps he learned about Alice's

injuries and decided to strike her.

“You're hiding something. Tellwhat your boss has got against me. Three...”

Before Norah could even say the second number, the man hurriedly spoke, “It's because of his lover, her nis

Jimena, and she was the one who told Jack to trouble you!

“So, Jack commanded us to go to the ward and terrorize the person there. Jack, having taken a liking to your...

asked us to kidnap you and bring you to the East Zone. I've told you everything | know. Please, | beg of you,

spare us. We were just following orders. We meant you no harm.”

He knew that if he stepped out of line for a moment, the gun in Norah's hand would cut his life short.

Norah held his life in her hand, and he had to do everything he could to pacify her.

Norah frowned as she tried to think about who Jimena was.

But after a while, she gave up.

She had no idea who this Jimena was, nor did she care about what Jimena wanted from her or Alice.

“Why are you askingto spare you?” Norah suddenly asked.

Then, she burst into laughter, the tone of which echoed in the drafty building.

The man couldn't help but swallow hard as he began to tremble.

Norah's laughter was the very kind he had imagined as a child, one that cruel witches would emit.

“Alas, Mr. Gangster, today is the day you die,” Norah said mockingly as she pierced the man with her dagger.

As the dagger cut through his skin and into his body, he let out a cry of pain.

Then, as swiftly as she had stabbed him, Norah withdrew the dagger.

Staring at her in disbelief, the man opened his mouth slightly and then collapsed before her.