The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 The New Rulers Of Baimsa

Maren sat on the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse, scrolling through her phone leisurely, her gun and dagger resting within arm’s reach.

But the gun was useless now, since she was completely out of ammo. That was why she’d taken cover here.

Maren paused, finger hovering over her phone screen. Something was off; it had gone quiet outside–a little too

quiet.

Those gangsters weren’t the type to waste time. If they waited around for the Onyx to show up, things would get messy for them fast.

Clearly, they had to be planning something.

“They’ve already lost too many guys. No one’s stupid enough to charge in blindly, so the only thing they’ve got left is explosives,” Maren mused.

It made sense. After all, the warehouse was old and barely holding together, so blowing it up wouldn’t take

much.

In a nutshell, they wanted to bury her alive.

The whole place was likely surrounded by the gangsters. Escaping without being seen–or shot–was close to

impossible.

Still, Maren didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.

She was good at using the environment to her advantage. Choosing the warehouse hadn’t been random. She had already considered every possibility, including explosives. Crude, sure, but not unexpected.

Outside, Daron stood near a rusted–out car with a few of his men, going over their next move.

“Boss, this new leader of the Onyx is something else. She’s much stronger than Simon ever was. Our losses are piling up. Logically, she should know that staying in there is suicide, so why is she acting like it’s no big deal?” asked Elton Hinks, Daron’s trusted advisor.

If they just waited her out, she’d eventually starve to death.

And with their explosives already en route, it was just a matter of time before they snuffed her out.

So, how the hell was she still so calm?

“You’re overthinking it.” Daron snorted dismissively, brushing off the concern. “She chose the warehouse for three reasons. One, we’ve sealed off every exit. She’s got nowhere else to go. Two, she’s burned out from all that running and needs a breather. Three, she’s out of ammo.”

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Years in the game had sharpened Daron’s instincts. To him, Maren’s situation was clear as day.

“Could it really be that simple?” Elton asked uneasily, still unconvinced. But with no proof and Daron looking so confident, he decided not to push the issue.

“Who exactly is delivering those explosives? They should’ve gotten here ten minutes ago,” Daron snapped, his patience wearing thin.

Nearly an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of the truck. He’d already called Glenn, who swore the explosives had been dispatched long ago.

That only pissed Daron off even more.

A medic had already tended to his wound, but the sheer fury boiling within him threatened to tear his stitches

open.

Maren was just a woman; he swore he’d kill Maren himself.

Meanwhile, about half a mile away, the missing truck in question sat quietly by the side of the road, loaded with explosives.

“Mr. Freeman, our boss is under attack by the Crazybulls and the Slayers as we speak. Are we really just gonna sit here, stealing explosives instead of helping her?” the driver asked, glancing over at the man beside him restlessly.