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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 392

“That was savage, but I’ve got to admit, it was insanely satisfying to watch.”

“You have to hand it to CrimsonFirst—their scouting and counter-surveillance skills are unreal. She walked right into enemy territory, took on the boss solo, and grabbed all the supplies. That takes guts. I’ve always wanted to try something like that, but I just don’t have the skills. I’d get sniped before I even made it into enemy lines. Seriously, she’s incredible.”

“Talk about having real talent.”

“Is she trying to wipe out Team Nine single-handedly?”

“Honestly, is Team Nine even paying attention? It’s like they’re playing on autopilot. All their supplies got trashed and not one of them noticed anything was wrong.”

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Meanwhile, on Team Nine’s side, Quentin and Kemp had already checked several warehouses with no luck. The supplies were gone, and what was even stranger—they hadn’t run into a single boss along the way.

A sense of unease gnawed at Kemp. After a while, he couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Quentin, something’s off. We haven’t seen a single boss this whole time.”

Quentin’s face was grim. He had a sinking suspicion, but couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. Instead, he quickly radioed the rest of the team. “Do any of you have enough supplies left?”

One by one, the other three answered.

“Don’t even ask. We don’t even have a decent gun—just these useless slingshots.”

“We haven’t seen a single boss the whole run.”

Then, puffing up with pride, he bragged, “My sister is amazing. That move was genius. She’s a true Saunders—born for this.”

Curry shot him a wry look. “Don’t you think your sister’s tactic was… a little ruthless? After this match, Quentin and his team are going to be a laughingstock internationally. That’s some serious grudge.”

Wade couldn’t stand anyone talking bad about his sister. His smile vanished, and he snapped, “What are you talking about? There was nothing ruthless about it. It’s Quentin’s team that’s as dumb as a sack of rocks.”

He added, “Looking back, my sister actually went easy on us when we played against her. She could have embarrassed us just as badly, but she didn’t—because she cares about me. She didn’t want to see me upset.”

Just thinking about it made Wade a little emotional.

Curry nodded slowly, as if he’d just been convinced. Honestly, compared to the disaster that was Team Nine, their own loss seemed almost dignified.

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