Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 1067 Hit That

No, my reputation. It's all gone.

Narissa rolled her eyes. "Fine. Die, then. You won't feel embarrassed anymore. In fact, you won't feel anything." She

loosened her grip even more, and Stenson fell further. Shocked, he screamed, and the people underneath got a bit

excited.

As she spoke, the ambusher came charging at her again. Narissa quickly slammed him with a kick and sent him

flying back. She tried to see who it was, but the man was wearing a cap and a mask. Damn it. I don't know who he

is. And he's not even fazed by that kick.

The man was about to launch another attack, so Narissa did her best to pull Stenson back up. However, Stenson

was a little too big, and she wasn't in the best position to use all her strength. She managed to pull him a little, but

even that alone proved to be arduous.

The man strangled Narissa from behind and pointed his knife at her heart. "Die."

The glint from the knife almost blinded Narissa. She freed one hand and held the man's arm, trying to suplex him,

but that was a dangerous move. One false move and she might let go of Stenson.

Just when she was about to throw caution to the wind, Paul came. "Get away from her!" Noticing the precarious

situation Narissa was in, he charged ahead and grabbed the man's hand. He pounced at the man and they started

to brawl.

Alas, Paul was no match for the stranger. After they rolled around for a while, the man pinned Paul down easily and

stabbed Paul right in the stomach.

Worried about Paul, Narissa quickly pulled Stenson up with all her might and ran toward the ambusher without

catching a break. She sent the killer flying away with a kick and slammed her foot into his chest once more before

he could even react. He skidded back and slammed into the wall. The man fell to the ground and clutched his chest,

coughing violently. He could no longer get back up. Calmly, Narissa approached him and took off his disguise.

"Gale? Why did you do this?"

"Why? If it weren't for you and your father helping Paul, none of this would have happened. You and your father are

the reasons I fell from grace. I'll kill you!" Gale's eyes were filled with menace. He felt no remorse for his actions at

all.

Narissa was forlorn to see her erstwhile childhood friend turning into her enemy, and she shook her head. "You're a

brilliant man. You could've had your own success, but greed pushed you over the edge."

Gale scoffed. "You're born with everything. Makes sense that you think you can take the high ground. If you were

born into a family like mine, you'd have been my accomplice, not a self-proclaimed ally of justice."

"I don't deal with hypotheticals, and you think too highly of yourself, thus you fail." Refusing to waste any more time

with Gale, she turned to Paul only to see Stenson hiding along the walls, slowly moving toward the staircase while

pulling his pants up. He didn't even look at Narissa, as if that would stop her from seeing him. Narissa pursed her

lips. She ran ahead and leaped into the air, landing in the path where Stenson was taking. "Trying to run?"

Stenson froze. Before he could do anything, Narissa kicked him down again and stomped his chest. He couldn't

move at all. "Call your men and tell them to bring Anastasia to me, or else."

"Yes, ma'am. Of course, ma'am." Stenson scrambled around to find his phone, and then he realized that everything

important was in his pants, but they had fallen out of his pockets when he was hanging upside down earlier. He then

looked at Narissa pitifully. "I lost my phone."

"What a pain," complained Narissa, but she tossed him her phone anyway. The call made it through a moment

later, and Narissa told Stenson to turn the speaker on.

"It's me," said Stenson. And then, as per Narissa's orders, he said, "Get someone to bring Anastasia to the hospital."

"Are you okay, boss? Anastasia has escaped." The lackey sounded genuinely befuddled.

Stenson gave Narissa a look that said, 'Can I hang up now?'

"No." Worried that this might be a lie, Narissa slitted her throat with her hand, threatening Stenson to keep asking.

Stenson was so scared, he was already on the verge of tears, but he still yelled, "Then find her! If you don't show up

with her in an hour, I'll kill you!"

The lackey said nothing. Stenson and Narissa exchanged a look, wondering what had happened. A while later, the

lackey said, "Sorry, boss. I have a family to feed. I can't do something impossible for you. If that's how you're going

to treat me, then I have to run. Sorry. Bye."

"Hey, what are you—" His sentence was cut short. Stenson's lackey had hung up, and things got a little awkward. So

not loyal.

Narissa was finally forced to believe that Elise wasn't in the Hellens' hands, but still, she kicked Stenson. "I don't

care. She was at your place, and then she went missing. This is still your fault. You're dead!"

"No, wait, I get it now!" Realization struck Stenson. "Owen Morgan. I bet he's the one who took her away. My men

and you guys aside, he was the one who showed up the other day." He saw Owen leave without taking anyone, but

his life was at stake, so he blamed everything on him.

"You should have started with that!" Narissa raised her fist, pretending that she was going to beat him up. "You just

had to take the hard way."

Stenson curled up a little, but when he realized she wasn't really going to punch him, he heaved a sigh of relief.

When Narissa went back to Paul, Gale was already nowhere to be found. Paul was clutching his wound, sitting in a

pool of his own blood. Narissa pointed at Stenson and yelled, "Hey you. Take him to the doctor's office!"

Stenson held up his pants and stood there like a petrified statue, looking upset. Narissa shot him a glare, and only

then did Stenson take Paul downstairs. His belt and buckle were all ruined, and his pants were trailing behind him,

revealing his underpants for everyone to see.

After Paul was sent to the emergency room, Narissa dismissed Stenson. "You can leave now."

Stenson pulled his pants up and ran away.

Paul suffered a deep wound, but it didn't harm his innards. The doctor stitched him up and sent him to a regular

ward after that.