Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 This Counts As Overtime

Greven stepped closer: But Margaret didn’t back up.

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A thin silver wire snicked out from the side of her wrist, slicing through the air in a nearly invisible art.

It was the Micro Particle Cutting Wire. |||||

The syringe in Greven’s hand snapped clean in two. Bright blue liquid splattered all over the floor.

He froze for a split second, then stared down at his hand.

His right hand was severed clean at the wrist-the cut was perfectly smooth. It took two full seconds for the blood to come gushing out,

“Ah-1”

A scream tore out of him, bouncing off the lab walls.

Margaret took one step forward, her face completely blank.

Greven clamped his severed wrist and stumbled back, slamming into the medical pod. His usual polished smile contorted in agony. Cold sweat streamed down his face.

Females aren’t supposed to be dangerous. The guards at the door searched her thoroughly when she came in. There is no way she should have had a weapon on her.

“You-you dare hurt me?” He ground the words out through his teeth. “I’m the Empire’s first heir. If you kill me, you’ll die right along with me.”

Margaret ignored the threat and flicked her wrist again.

The wire sliced through the air. Both of Greven’s legs were severed clean at the knee. He crashed to the floor hard, and blood quickly pooled across the metal ground.

“You-“Greven gasped for air, real fear finally flashing in his eyes. “The Royal Guards are outside. If I don’t walk out alive, they’ll storm in and gun you down!”

“Let them come.” Margaret stared down at him from above. “But you won’t be alive to see it.”

Greven glared up at her, his voice shaking with pain. “If you kill me, the Empire will fall into chaos. The Federation will sweep in and take over… You’ll be the galaxy’s worst criminal… You’ll be in more trouble

over. Youll be the galaxy’s wo than you can imagine…”

worst

“A mess, definitely.” Margaret’s voice was steady. She twisted her wrist one last time, the near-invisible silver wire slicing clean across his throat, “But none of it’s your problem. You’ll be dead.”

Greven’s head rolled aside. His eyes stayed open, frozen with the last traces of fear and rage.

Margaret retracted the cutting wire. The silver ring settled back against her wrist, fading into that thin, almost unnoticeable line,

She stared down at the body on the floor. This didn’t feel the same as when she’d killed Kiran-there was

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no twist of discomfort in her chest. She was calm. She stood there for a second and let out a long, slow

breath.

“Host,” Primo’s voice echoed in her head, a little shaky. “You actually… just cut him down. Like that?”

“Yeah. Did the main system a huge favor. Tell it I said you’re welcome.” Margaret’s tone was cold. “How many people are outside the door?”

Primo said, “Twelve. All A-class guards.”

Margaret brushed a finger over the stud in her left ear.

Three paralyzer darts—not enough for all of them.

Right then, a deafening crash shook the lab’s heavy metal door.

Someone was forcing their way in from the outside.

The door was kicked clean off its hinges by brute force. It slammed into the opposite wall, leaving a huge dent

Baar stormed into the room. His military uniform was spattered with blood, and his golden eyes still burned with rage. He was dragging a Royal Guard by the collar-the guy was unconscious.

He froze for a split second at the sight of the lab. Blood covered every surface, Greven’s body torn to pieces, and Margaret standing calmly in the center, not a hair out of place.

“You-“Baar tossed the guard aside and strode over to her. He looked her up and down, making sure she wasn’t hurt, then glanced down at Greven’s body on the floor.

“Clean cuts,” he remarked.

“How’s it looking out there?” Margaret couldn’t help but smile.

“Cheiron got the monsters under control. Timothy’s people are taking down the palace’s signal jammers.” Baar’s brow furrowed. “But with Greven dead, the Royal Guards are gonna lose it. We have to go now.”

Margaret tapped the button on her collar. “The holographic recorder’s been on this whole time. He admitted to the live experiments and to setting up this whole attack.”

Baar raised an eyebrow, a flicker of approval in his golden eyes. “Nicely done.”

He pulled off his bloodstained coat and draped it over Margaret’s shoulders, wrapping her up completely.

“Let’s move.”

They’d barely stepped out of the lab when a flood of Royal Guards came charging down the hallway.

One of them shouted, “Prince Greven has been assassinated. Take them down.”

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