Chapter 717

Without a second thought, Willow yanked Philip behind her. As the pitchfork came swinging down toward her, Philip couldn't help but shout, "Kid!" But almost instantly, the sharp crack of a gunshot rang in their ears. Then came another—bang, bang, bang—a rapid succession of shots. The burly man wielding the pitchfork widened his eyes in disbelief before collapsing to the ground, revealing a familiar, good-natured grin behind him. "Sis, you alright?" Willow let out a slow, steadying breath. Her heart still pounded wildly from the close call with death. After a long pause, she finally managed to speak. "Noel, you all made it?" The one who had just fired the fatal shot was none other than Noel. The rest of the elite squad had arrived as well. They were already tying up the incapacitated spies, their hands and feet bound. Only the burly man who had tried to kill Philip had been too dangerous—too close to striking. To avoid risking Willow, Noel had no choice but to take the lethal shot. The