Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 875

As night fell in Lerthi Town, the houses made of piled clay were engulfed in darkness, illuminated only by the moon hanging high in the sky.

Soon, the clock struck 1:00 am. After confirming through his telescope that the coast was clear, the black hand emerged from hiding and stealthily infiltrated the adobe house where Xavier and Betty lived.

Having meticulously surveyed the surroundings in the preceding days, he swiftly located their bedroom. Using specialized tools, he deftly pried open the door and slipped inside.

"Who's there?" the man in the bed startled awake.

Ignoring his question, the black hand swiftly advanced, closing in with determined steps. He covered the man's mouth and pressed a sharp blade against the woman's neck with his other hand.

"Xavier and Betty, I've been hired to bring you back. Come with me, and you won't be harmed," the black hand declared in a low, menacing tone.

"You call this an invitation?" remarked the man sarcastically, eyeing the knife pressed against his wife's neck.

"Sorry, but circumstances leave me no choice," the black hand replied stoically. "As long as you cooperate, there's no need for violence."

With that, he withdrew his knife. Pausing for a moment, he added, "Just so you know, I'm well aware of the escape routes in this area. You can't outrun or fight me. It's best to abandon any futile ideas now."

"Relax, we don't want any trouble." The man adjusted his glasses calmly, showing no fear.

Nonetheless, the black hand had no interest in prolonging the ordeal. He stood quietly, motioning for them to move. "Let's go. It's safest to travel under the cover of night."

Without wasting another moment, the couple quickly dressed and left the bed. They clung tightly to each other as they moved slowly toward the door.

The black hand's eyes narrowed, a hint of unease stirring within him.

Given that Xavier and Betty had sought refuge here, they must have been well aware of the numerous individuals eager to hunt them down.

Likewise, they should have anticipated this day. Now, it was their decision whether to bravely accept their fate or plead for mercy.

Nonetheless, their composed demeanor struck an unusual chord.

The next moment, he jumped through the room's only window.

Out of nowhere, a thunderous explosion tore through the sky, reducing the surrounding houses to rubble in an instant.

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As Helen and the others emerged from the alley with Mutt in tow, Jim suddenly intercepted them.

"Ms. Spencer, Mr. Flores sends his regards," Jim announced.

Helen had initially planned to visit Mike. She released Chandler's hand and reassured him, "Why don't you all head back and handle Mutt? I'll be back shortly."

Before Chandler could voice his concerns, Jim intervened, "Ms. Spencer, Mr. Flores requests that you bring Mutt and his men with you."

"What's this? Has Mr. Flores stooped so low as to involve himself in such dirty business?" Helen retorted, her tone laced with disdain.