Chapter 632 Tyler Dies Without Regrets?
Tyler and the Talon Assassins watched with savage excitement as the sports car plunged into the sea.
"So what if it could fly?" Tyler laughed maniacally at the cliff's edge. "Still ended up as trash! Good riddance!"
With Talon Assassins backing him, Tyler believed his moment had finally arrived. The Young family could rise again, even with Constantine imprisoned.
He gloated silently, savoring his apparent victory over both his family rival and Ryder.
"Constantine," he muttered to himself, "you said we shouldn't rely on foreign powers like Talon Assassins. Now the facts prove you wrong. You never understood how to properly use them as assets."
His face twisted with vindictive pleasure. "You deserve prison! Now I'll take your place as the Young family's rightful leader!"
Moe approached, his footsteps deliberate on the rocky ground.
"Moe!" Tyler's tone immediately shifted to fawning. "Now that we've eliminated Ryder, can I join Talon Assassins?"
Moe's lips curled into a cold smirk. "What are you thinking?"
A chill ran down Tyler's spine. Before he could respond—
BANG!
A bullet tore through Tyler's chest. Moe didn't lower his gun.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
While Tyler stood frozen in shock, Moe casually fired three more shots into him.
"You failed to bring those women back to the boss," Moe shrugged indifferently. "And I lost so many men. Someone has to take responsibility, Mr. Young." His voice hardened. "So you can die now!"
Blood seeped from Tyler's wounds as his expression shifted to eerie calm. He laughed bitterly. "You really are ungrateful wolves! Completely untrustworthy!"
BANG!
Moe fired once more. Tyler's body arched backward, plummeting off the cliff.
As he fell, Tyler found a strange satisfaction. At least Ryder had died before him!
He flashed back through his humiliations—first in Houston, then when Ryder came to Aurora City, taking everything from him.
The Rigal District Stadium, the GoldenEagle APP, and just three hours ago, those three damning videos that bankrupted the Young family, imprisoned Constantine, and forced Tyler to flee for his life.
But now, Ryder was dead first! Tyler's lips curved upward, ready to die without regrets.
Then his dying eyes widened in horror.
In the Talon Assassins' blind spot, hovering above the sea surface, was that strange vehicle—Ryder's weird car, completely intact!
Tyler's expression twisted in anguish. Why would fate be so cruel? Couldn't he be allowed to die believing his enemy was gone? His eyes bulged, never to close again.
His corpse hit the water, creating a small splash before the sea swallowed him whole.
The Talon Assassins, satisfied all loose ends were tied, packed their gear. Three black sports cars roared to life and disappeared into the night.
Half an hour later, after confirming there was no danger, the amphibious sports car slowly rose from beneath the cliff.
The vehicle had truly saved them! It had switched from flight mode to submarine mode when they crashed, then quickly back to flight mode when the damaged body began leaking water.
They'd hidden in the assassins' blind spot, narrowly escaping death.
Had they not managed this maneuver, all six of them—Ryder, Sarah, Ryan, Clara, Rex, and Barbara—would have been finished.
The irony wasn't lost on them that Tyler, who had celebrated their supposed death, had just met his own violent end. Truly, evil people meet evil ends.
But now they faced another problem: the amphibious sports car had used its last energy reserves flying back up. It couldn't even start to drive on the road.
"Ryder," Sarah gasped, her skin flushed. "I'm so hot! I feel terrible!"
Though they were safe from external threats, the drug coursing through Sarah's system could no longer be suppressed.
Yet in the dead of night, under the clear moon and scattered stars, there was no way to find transportation to a hospital.
Clara assessed the situation pragmatically. "Ryder, how about this—the four of us will step outside. You and Sarah can take care of things in the car, okay?"
A slight blush appeared on Ryder's face. "Clara, this...?"
"There's no choice," Clara insisted. "If she doesn't release the energy, there could be serious after-effects. Besides, I need to give Barbara some acupuncture treatment."
Since Clara had put it that way, Ryder reluctantly agreed, though the situation felt strange. But Sarah's condition was critical and needed immediate relief.
Soon, Ryan, Clara, Rex, and Barbara exited the vehicle, leaving the married couple alone.
Inside the car, Ryder pulled Sarah into his arms. She sighed at his familiar, cool embrace—the sensation itself acting as an antidote to her burning desire. Her slender hands tugged urgently at his clothes.
Feeling heat rise within him, Ryder gently laid Sarah down. "Honey, don't rush," he whispered, pressing against her. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
Within moments, the already damaged amphibious sports car began rocking rhythmically.
Outside, Ryan watched with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Poor car—before being rebuilt, it has to endure one last torture from those two!"
Clara had finished Barbara's acupuncture treatment, and Rex now held his partner protectively in his arms. Clara approached Ryan, giving him an annoyed tap on the back of his head.
"What are you staring at? Your eyeballs are about to fall out!"
Ryan shook his head defensively. "I'm just feeling sorry for the car!"
"Get out of here," Clara scoffed. "I know exactly what you're thinking!" She hugged herself and added, "Hmm, why is it a bit cold?"
Ryan frowned. "Cold? It's summer, and the sea breeze feels nice."
"You clueless old man!" Clara said irritably. "Look at those two couples. Shouldn't we be hugging too?"
"Come on, they're young people. We're almost fifty—have some shame!"
Clara slapped the back of his head again. "I don't care. I'm cold, so hug me!"
"Fine, fine. Hugging it is," Ryan reluctantly took Clara in his arms and whispered in her ear, "You're deliberately teasing me, aren't you? Watching the 'live show' here—what if I get hard?"
Clara's ears turned red. "Well, we could go over there, and I could take care of it with my hand."
"I guess that's our only option," Ryan sighed, leading her away from the rocking car.
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