Chapter 337 Payment For Service

• Annika stood frozen for several long seconds, her mind struggling to piece together the impossible scene that had just unfolded before her eyes. The entire Hux gang—dozens of armed, bloodthirsty men who had moments ago been charging toward them with weapons drawn and murder in their eyes—had been swept away in an instant by a massive wave of water that Tyler had somehow summoned from a simple juice box.
• The road ahead was now a chaotic mess of wet asphalt glistening under the fading afternoon sun, scattered debris, and the distant wreckage of cars and bodies carried far down the stretch like discarded toys in a flood.
• Annika's legs felt weak beneath her, as if the ground itself had become unsteady. She stumbled back a step, then another, until her hand found the familiar metal of the Bugatti's door. She leaned against it for support, her fingers gripping the handle tightly as if it were the only solid thing left in a world that had suddenly tilted off its axis.