NovelEnglishChapter 2008
Bainbridge was the hof the rulers-any random person here might be part of one of the top families in the
nation. As the Holy Doctor Competition was drawing near, all of Cathay's aristocrats were coming to this city,
turning it into a merry gathering place.
Across the historical arch was the abode of Bainbridge's top aristocrats-Historic District. Unlike most of
Bainbridge, it was quiet; too quiet. There was barely anyone walking around. Only the hum of expensive cars
was heard from tto time. Within a certain courtyard of this district, a man was sipping on his tea. Before him
stood his underling, who was drenched in sweat.
"The plan failed, sir. All one hundred and twenty-five of our men are dead. When reinforcements came, our
enemies were already gone."
The man put his cup down and played with the parrot in the cage, then he said, "You promised a perfect
capture."
He spoke calmly. He sounded as calm as a quiet river, yet the underling immediately went down to his knees in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfear, and then he banged his head on the ground. "Sir, please, have mercy. Giveone more ch -"His sentence
was never finished. Rivulets of blood trickled from the minuscule hole between his brows, the ghost of his last
scream etched to his face.
"Trash shouldn't talk so much." The man closed his box of needles, still speaking calmly. He turned back to his
parrot, and his other underlings took care of the corpse. A moment later, the courtyard was once again filled with
the songs of birds, as if the murder that had just happened never took place.
At the stime, Matthew and his team were walking through a patch of woods, the air filled with the stench of
blood.
"How many groups does this make?" Matthew was huffing and puffing.
"Sixth." The crown prince was leaning on a tree, his body covered in blood. "I'm beat. These people are crazy. |
think I've had enough kills to last a lifetime."
Salazar and Freya were drenched in sweat as well. Lying before them were dozens of bodies. They were bodies of
henchmen sent to capture them. After two attempts on their lives on the road, the truck finally cracked. If they
kept using the main street, they would have to face more enemies. In the end, Matthew took them down the
trail. Even then, they still had to face dozens of pursuers.
"Let's keep going. Once we pass the Royal Arch Bridge, we'll be in Bainbridge. We'll be safe there." Freya rested
her blade on her shoulder and stepped ahead.
"Very well. We're close to the sanctuary." Despite his exhaustion, the crown prince was still optimistic about their
chances.
When Matthew approached him, the crown prince whispered, "She's fierce. She probably killed at least a
hundred of them today. Tellthe truth. You did sleep with her, didn't you?"
Matthew didn't even have the strength to talk, so he rolled his eyes. Is he stupid? Freya almost slit his throat
back on the truck for asking that question. Gah, look at him, all smirking and grinning. He must have tossed that
behind him.
He's ignoring me? The crown prince was about to ask more questions, but then he saw Freya glaring at him with
murder in her eyes, and he was reminded of that moment in the truck. The crown prince smacked his lips and
shut up. Unbeknownst to him, Freya wasn't directing her killing intent at him.
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