novelxo Chapter 1175
"Sis must be hungry. Why don't you send up some food? She loves sweet and sour pork ribs, and throw in a slice of strawberry cheesecake too."
The young man had half a mind to take it up himself, but with his face looking like a horror show, he figured it was best to keep his distance for now. No sense in giving her a fright. "Got it," Axton replied, though he was a bit miffed. The young master was bending over backward for that woman, but she didn't seem to give a hoot. It rubbed him the wrong way.
As the young man went off to tend to his injuries, Axton headed out to bring Flora her meal. Once they were gone, a woman who'd been lurking in the shadows stepped out into the open.
She wore a mask, showing nothing but a pair of eyes that glinted with a wicked intensity. Who would've thought Flora would end up here too?
Ha, what a twist of fate, bringing foes together like this. No Connor around to play the knight in shining armor this time.
She'd wrecked her own family, leaving herself in tatters-neither fully human nor ghost. But now, it was payback time, and she was ready to settle the score a hundredfold.
...
Meanwhile, over in Austenberg.
Mr. Atticus had rolled in with a mob, surrounding Club 257. With a third of Club 257's top dogs whisked away by Crimson and the medical crew pulling a fast one with their sneak attack, the club was caught with its pants down-short on people and low on defenses. It wasn't long before they were overrun.
Mr. Atticus's crew had the folks at Club 257 hemmed in at the square.
"Quit the pointless struggle. You're out of your league here. Do the smart thing, hand over Jules and Séraphine, and maybe we'll let you live."
"Up yours, Atticus!" Old P shouted
back, fury in his voice despite the blood pouring from his arm. "Your medical Outfit's just as sleazy and lowdown
as ever. If you had anget.
sucker-punched us, you wouldn't even get a sniff of Club 25.7
The rest of Club 257 was fuming too. Damn, those medical folks were the worst. Just wait till their leader got back-they'd wipe the smug look off Atticus's face soon enough!
Mr. Atticus chuckled, unfazed by Old P's outburst. Sure, they'd pulled a fast one, but who cared? The plan had worked like a charm.
"Since you're not listening to reason, don't blame us," Mr. Atticus said, raising his hand. Instantly, a bunch of sniper rifles were aimed at the Club 257 crowd, ready to fire at his word.
"Come on, shoot! I won't even flinch!" Old P spat, defiance in his every word. Not a single coward in Club 257, that was for sure.
Mr. Atticus watched their fearless
faces, his mood darkening. He wanted to finish them off, but Jules and Séraphine's whereabouts were still a mystery, especially Séraphine, who was a master at staying under the radar. No one knew who she really was.
That's why he was still playing this cat-and-mouse game, but... it was clear they had no gratitude.
"Let's see how long you can keep that brave face," Mr. Atticus sneered, giving the order, "Fire! Leave no one standing!"
What if they all fell? There were still Club 257 folks out there. He could nab them later and squeeze out the intel on Jules and Séraphine's hideouts.
"Well, 'leave no one standing,' that's quite the bold claim."
Just as Mr. Atticus finished, another voice cut through the tension.