Kyrie hissed, "I'll just kill Andrew's women first and see if he cries about it." He slapped Noah aside with one strike, sending him flying. His aura roared like a beast as his hand reached straight for Aspen's neck, making it clear he wanted her dead. However, right when his claws were about to touch her, he froze. He asked, "What the hell are you laughing at?" Aspen, at death's door, was still chuckling. "I'm laughing at you, General Harding, for showing off your big, bad authority. You'd better kill me right now. That way, Andrew will have every reason to avenge me." Her voice sharpened. "Believe me, General Harding, if anything happens to me or Natasha, and he doesn't kill you himself, then justice is dead." Kyrie ground his teeth. "Bitch!" He raised his hand for a slap, but her mocking eyes held him back again. He snapped, "Take them away!" Back in his vehicle, his face darkened. Killing Aspen and Natasha should have been no different than crushing two ants. Ho
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