[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-622":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832071,2438,"Chapter 622 - 622 Trick","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-622",622,"\u003Cp>Bits of brain and fractured bone splattered across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body collapsed, twitching as it hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the others could process what had just happened, Ross pivoted, his eyes burning with cold fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He launched forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance between himself and a second guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hrrgh!\" Ross grunted, driving his fist into the man's stomach with devastating force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact echoed like a gunshot. His arm didn't stop at the stomach—it sank through, punching through muscle, bone, and organ like wet clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist burst out the man's back with a sickening squelch, a spray of blood arcing into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man screamed once before his body went limp, sagging over Ross's arm like a broken doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck!\" someone shouted, panic surging through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then all hell broke loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzzle flashes lit the hall as gunfire erupted in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp, deafening tat-tat-tat of automatic rifles echoed off the concrete walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets tore through the air, ripping chunks out of walls and leaving sparks in their wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped the limp body and dove into a roll, bullets trailing inches behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he came up, he grabbed a fallen rifle—spinning with the motion—and hurled it like a spear into a third guard's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack! The heavy weapon collided with the man's skull, snapping his neck and sending him sprawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another guard took aim. Ross was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seized the barrel of the rifle, yanked it to the side, and drove his elbow into the man's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact crushed the windpipe with a dry crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the man choked and stumbled backward, Ross ripped the rifle from his hands and smashed the stock into his skull, cracking it open like a melon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hesitated—just for a second—but that was all Ross needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ducked low, almost gliding across the floor as he closed the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the guards fired, but the rounds went wide. Ross slid beneath the barrel and came up inside the man's guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the man by the mask and slammed his head into the concrete pillar with enough force to cave it in. The man dropped like a sack of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one tried to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross launched after him, grabbing him by the back of his vest. He spun him around and delivered a thunderous blow to the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's ribs shattered, and he flew backward, crashing into the wall with a hollow boom before collapsing, wheezing and bloodied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood pooled across the floor. Bodies twitched—or didn't. Smoke and dust hung in the air, blending with the metallic scent of blood and gunpowder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of it all stood Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shirt was soaked with blood—none of it his own. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breath calm, collected. Not a trace of fear. Not a single scratch on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the room, Thomas stared in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six trained men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaughtered in under thirty seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned slowly to face him, eyes gleaming with unspoken wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This,\" Ross said, his voice low, dangerous, \"was just the introduction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas's entire body tensed, a chill running down his spine as every hair stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were wide, fixed on the nightmare unfolding before him—Ross, drenched in blood but moving like a predator at play, tearing through his men like paper dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams echoed, sharp and fleeting, before they were silenced by the sound of bones snapping, throats being crushed, and skulls splitting open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massacre. And Ross… he looked like he was enjoying every second of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas had seen war. He had watched men die, had killed more than a few himself. But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a firefight. This wasn't combat. This was one man playing god, and everyone else was just waiting to be snuffed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear gripped Thomas's chest like a vice. His breathing quickened, but his training kicked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a professional. Panic got you killed—he knew that better than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know how Ross was doing what he was doing. He didn't care if it was tech, drugs, or something else entirely. What mattered was survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back slowly, trying not to draw attention, his boots crunching softly on the shattered glass and blood-soaked floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in one smooth motion, he reached for his sidearm. A matte-black pistol with a suppressor already attached. It had never failed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pft. Pft. Pft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three shots. Center mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas was a marksman. Each bullet hit Ross dead-on, punching into his chest with mechanical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross looked down. Then up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing. Not a stagger. Not a wince. Not even a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the f—\" Thomas muttered under his breath, his voice trembling. This wasn't possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross tilted his head slightly, a smile slowly forming on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It tickles,\" he said, his tone casual—playful even. \"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He licked the blood off his thumb like it was barbecue sauce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas's heart pounded. He'd fought monsters before—people with no conscience, no fear—but Ross was something else entirely. Something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas gritted his teeth and recalibrated. Chest shots were out. Go for the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fourth shot cracked out. This one aimed directly at Ross's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet struck with a sharp hiss. Thomas prepared for the explosion of blood, the collapse, the end. But instead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn't fall. Didn't bleed. Didn't so much as blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trail of smoke rose from his brow, and Ross reached up almost lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plucked the bullet from his skin like it was lint on a jacket. No damage. Not a single drop of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas's mouth went dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cute,\" Ross said, inspecting the still-hot slug between his fingers before discarding it with a flick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas stared, frozen in place, mind racing. There was no protocol for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No amount of training prepared you for a man who shrugged off bullets like mosquito bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a new plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>",1013,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.072Z",1,"novelbin.me","823ff0ab028ccf3e89d509ad354f87e223474bec7e6120ae1f34ce3ad6521c33","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-623","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-621",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]