All Chapters of The Most Wanted Man in Hrestia: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The woman gasped, trembling under the overwhelming aura of killing intent radiating from the four women. Their rage pressed down on her like a living thing. She had never felt such raw, murderous pressure in her life."You! Who are you?" she demanded.Dante only smiled, feigning fear. Weakly, he cried out, "Rea, Bea, Fiona, Gwen, hurry! They're going to kidnap me and ship me off to Acira to dig gold mines! I'm terrified!"Arete chuckled softly. "Danny, you're being naughty again. You're a slippery little eel who fears nothing. I've never seen you scared of anything."Beatrice smiled knowingly. "Clever, Danny. You let them take you so we could track them back to their lair."Fiona covered her lips with a sweet smile. "Don't worry, Danny. I'm here to save you. And I'll also be collecting a little debt for the suffering I endured when they kidnapped me before."Gwendolyn exuded the coldest, most commanding aura. Her voice cut through the tension. "How dare you touch the precious suc

In a shadowed overseas base, rows of armored vehicles stood in perfect alignment. Mercenaries of all heights and sizes lined up with strict discipline, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on the main exit."Boss, isn't this move too reckless? Hrestia is our mortal enemy. No underground force is ever allowed to set foot there."At that moment, a man and a woman emerged together.The man towered over 5'9", his frame thick with muscle, his square jaw and rugged features radiating bold authority.The woman stood around 5'6", clad in camouflage fatigues. Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, framed by precise bangs that highlighted eyes utterly devoid of emotion.Her features were sharp and refined, betraying hints of mixed heritage. She was slender, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and cherry-red lips. She resembled a life-sized porcelain doll—if porcelain dolls could radiate an aura of blood-chilling menace.Few could believe that this stunning woman ranked among the most feared

Everything happened in an instant, but Gwendolyn reacted with lightning speed. She yanked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.A deafening crash echoed as the shadowy figure on the road collided with the car and was flung twenty feet away."This is bad!" Dante and Gwendolyn exchanged a sharp glance before leaping out of the vehicle."You okay, mate?" Dante crouched, reaching toward the fallen figure.Before his hand could touch him, harsh beams of headlights cut through the night. Several cars screeched to a halt, and a group of men spilled out.The leader sneered down at the prone figure, "Weren't you so fast? Why'd you stop? Get him up. Take him away."A few men stepped forward, ready to lift the figure from the ground."Who are you people?" Gwendolyn demanded, rising with caution etched across her face."He's one of ours. Little girl, mind your own business and get lost!" the man barked coldly."It's you?" Dante froze as he finally took in the figure on the ground.

Dante froze, staring at Gwendolyn in confusion. Why would she ask something like that?"Gwen, what's wrong? Of course I like you."Just as Gwendolyn lifted her head to speak, Dante added, "You're my senior. If I didn't like you, who else would I like?"Instantly, Gwendolyn's expression darkened. Just a senior? Nothing more?She and Dante were closest in age. She had just turned 21, already of marrying age. That single word, senior, shattered her heart.She recalled Fiona saying once, "Love means taking the initiative. If you just wait, you'll miss it," Without warning, Gwendolyn threw her arms around Dante and pressed her soft, fragrant lips to his. Before he could react, she pulled back. Her cheeks were burning crimson.Dante touched his lips, his heartbeat racing. "Gwen… you stole a kiss… That was my first one!" "Like… like it wasn't mine too," Gwendolyn murmured, her voice soft as a mosquito's buzz.Before Dante could respond, she slipped under the covers, muffling her wo

The pistol clattered to the ground, but the scream that tore through the air did not come from Mauro.Everyone froze as the thug collapsed. The hand that had held the gun had been pierced clean through by nothing more than a pebble.Deuxor gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. What force could turn an ordinary stone into a weapon with such terrifying penetration?"Who's there?" he barked while glaring at the factory entrance.Laurent stood in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back. He was exuding the calm authority of a peerless expert.Deuxor squinted, unease creeping in. Laurent looked ordinary, yet the aura of control suggested he was a hidden expert."May I ask who you are and why you interfere in our affairs?" Deuxor asked. At the same time, he signaled his men to hold back while bowing slightly toward Laurent.A bead of cold sweat slid down Laurent's forehead. Inside, he cursed his luck. That pebble had not been his doing—it was Dante's."You disturbed my nap," L