Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 143

He could feel his body hitting its breaking point!

But he refused to give up!

He had to hear her call him "big bro"!

He'd die for it—no regrets!

If Margaret could nail that turn, so could he!

Raymond's eyes turned feral, like a rabid, out-of-control beast, fearless of any danger!

He slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer spiking impossibly fast!

Raymond's bike seemed to take flight, charging head-on toward the upcoming turn!

Adrenaline pumping!!

Three seconds!

The bike reached the turn in an instant. Raymond gripped the handlebars, trying to pull off the same drift as Margaret for an extreme turn!

But suddenly his eyes slammed shut, his vision going pitch black!

In the blink of an eye, Raymond had to bite his lip hard again, the taste of blood filling his mouth!

The searing pain forced his eyes open—barely.

But it was too late!

His bike, moving too fast, hesitated for just one split second during the turn!

It completely lost control!

It went flying!

Watching the bike hurtle toward the cliff, Raymond summoned his last bit of strength, yanking the handlebars hard to crash into the inner side of the road!

Boom!

The black heavy bike, moving at breakneck speed, crashed into the mountain like a rampaging bull!

Dust filled the air!

The black bike exploded in a ball of flames, lighting up the sky in a horrific scene!

Raymond was thrown off the bike mid-air, his body like a broken kite—flung high up before slamming hard into the ground!

His body skidded over ten yards away, and an agonizing pain shot through him—it felt like all his internal organs had been crushed!

Raymond lay on the ground, unable to bear the impact. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the inside of his black helmet filling with a thick stench of iron.

More bright red blood seeped out from under the helmet, soaking his clothes in a terrifying crimson...

Am I going to die?

I have no regrets.

Only regret that I've never heard Maggie call me "big bro".

Raymond's body on the ground trembled violently. After a moment, his movements grew weaker and weaker until he stopped struggling entirely...

*****

Margaret frowned. Is Raymond seriously this nuts?

But she had no intention of saving him.

Her superpowers weren't unlimited.

Healing someone with completely destroyed internal organs would require a massive amount of energy.

Especially now, when her powers hadn't fully recovered yet.

She didn't want to overexert herself.

Raymond was just a stranger to her. Whether to save him depended entirely on her mood.

If she were in a good mood, she might help even a stranger.

But if she wasn't, she wouldn't bat an eye even if someone died right in front of her.

She was Reaper, the ruthless King of Assassins!

Human life meant nothing to her—like ants, not even causing a ripple in her heart.

She didn't have a good impression of Raymond.

Although he wasn't directly responsible for the original Margaret's death, his indifference had indirectly fueled Clara's ambitions.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood off her hands—blood that had gotten on her when she'd taken off the helmet.

Her eyes were cold, lacking any hint of human warmth. She stood up and left without hesitation.

Raymond, still clinging to his last breath on the ground, let out faint moans with his final willpower. "Maggie... I'm sorry... If there's a next life... I'll be your loyal servant forever..."