Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 379

Roger had exerted a great deal of effort to catch up. Seeing that Calista had reached a cliff and had nowhere else to run, he felt a sudden surge of relief. It seemed as if his eyes weren't hurting as much anymore.

He advanced step by step. In Calista's ears, she distinctly heard the sound of a handgun being cocked.

Am I going to die?

The chilly fog had long since soaked her clothes, its coldness piercing her bones. Yet at that moment, she was enveloped by a killing intent that was even colder.

It was undeniably a critical moment, yet Calista's heart remained steady, and her breathing was slow and calm. She could hear someone calling her name, but the sound seemed distant. She also heard the man's heavy, hurried breathing, which indicated he was likely exhausted as well.

With a calm demeanor, Calista asked, “Who are you? Who sent you? Why do you want to kill me?”

Roger hadn't expected that Calista, even at death's door, would remain so composed. He sneered, “You have the audacity to ask?”

The bandage over his eye was already soaked with blood. It trickled down in a scarlet stream that resembled tears of blood. At that moment, he looked as terrifying as a demon from hell, a sight unfortunately unseen by Calista.

A gust of wind blew, carrying with it the scent of blood. She surmised that he must have been injured by a hidden weapon earlier, and the wound seemed rather serious.

It's a shame. Why didn't he die?

“Why can't I ask? Even as death looms, can't I at least seek clarity?”

Upon hearing her words of self-surrender, Roger gave a cold laugh. He put away his gun and drew a knife instead.

“Since you seem to be clueless, allow me to enlighten you! Once I gouge out your eyes, you'll understand exactly what you did wrong!”

Eyes? Could he be blind in one eye? If so, I might just stand a chance! Calista thought.

Roger steadily advanced. The tip of the knife was nearly upon her when suddenly, Calista made a move.

Roger hadn't expected Calista to be so skilled. However, he was no amateur himself. Quick as a flash, he managed to block the stealthy attack Calista launched from the right.

There was a distinct sound of bones cracking as he twisted Calista's hand. It was contorted into a grotesque shape.

Such excruciating pain would be unbearable to any human, yet Calista managed to maintain a clear mind at this critical moment. Cold sweat soaked her forehead. She deduced that her opponent was blind in his right eye. Ignoring the pain in her captured left hand, she once again launched an attack from the man's left side.

Roger hadn't anticipated that Calista, even with a broken hand, wouldn't pause in her actions. She plunged a needle mercilessly into the left side of his neck. His body instantly felt a wave of numbness.