Naomi hadn’t expected to run into them here. Her gaze flicked to their arms before she sneered, “Good dogs don’t block the road. I don’t see any reason we need to greet each other.”
With her arms crossed over her chest, Naomi lazily let her eyes sweep over their hostile stares.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Atlas didn’t look at all disadvantaged. The moment Naomi spoke, his previously shadowed gaze softened—Naomi was clearly standing up for him.
Kael’s pupils contracted. The image of Naomi pointing a gun at him without hesitation flashed through his mind, and he felt a pain far worse than being shot—hundreds, thousands of times worse.
“You’re not Naomi!”
He stared at Naomi’s indifferent eyes and remembered how she used to be—a delicate girl who loved wearing white dresses. But now, every time he saw her, she wore bright colors, her makeup flawless and striking. Could a
Jax knew they weren’t here with good intentions—they were clearly sent by Atlas.The car was already totaled. He had nowhere to run. Silently, he hid a pistol behind his back, planning to ambush them while getting out. But before he could move, a sniper’s bullet hit him square in the calf.“Ahh!”After suffering injury after injury over the past few days, Jax was overwhelmed by the searing pain.The pistol slipped from his grip. Shadow Reaper approached with a frosty expression. “You? Insulting our master and madam? Know your place. ”Clutching his arm, Jax collapsed to the ground. The freshly bandaged wounds from earlier that morning were torn open again, pain blazing through his limbs.“What… What do you want?”Shadow Reaper’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “What do we want? You should be asking yourself what you wanted when you had the audacity to hu
Jax was confused. “No, I’m not leaving. Right now, Atlas’s people are still in the hospital. Kael, you’re not safe. I have to stay by your side.”“No, they won’t kill me—not yet. But you must leave. I have a feeling... Atlas will come after you next. Right now, you’re the only one I trust. Jax, please go. Don’t make me lose you too.”Kael’s determined tone made Jax hesitate.But then Kael pushed harder, his voice sharp and commanding: “This isn’t a request. I’m ordering you as the Boss of Wicked Talon!”Jax turned sharply, his voice bitter and reluctant. “…Yes, Boss.”...Back in the hospital room, Atlas watched as Naomi busied herself with cleaning. Since returning, she hadn’t let her hands stop for even a second. But if you looked closely, her eyes weren’t actually focused on what she was doing.
Naomi hadn’t expected to run into them here. Her gaze flicked to their arms before she sneered, “Good dogs don’t block the road. I don’t see any reason we need to greet each other.”With her arms crossed over her chest, Naomi lazily let her eyes sweep over their hostile stares.Sitting in his wheelchair, Atlas didn’t look at all disadvantaged. The moment Naomi spoke, his previously shadowed gaze softened—Naomi was clearly standing up for him.Kael’s pupils contracted. The image of Naomi pointing a gun at him without hesitation flashed through his mind, and he felt a pain far worse than being shot—hundreds, thousands of times worse.“You’re not Naomi!”He stared at Naomi’s indifferent eyes and remembered how she used to be—a delicate girl who loved wearing white dresses. But now, every time he saw her, she wore bright colors, her makeup flawless and striking. Could a
Finnick only realized what he’d said after it slipped out of his mouth. Crap—he’d totally exposed himself.He slapped his own mouth in frustration. Why hadn’t he just kept it shut?Naomi had no idea Atlas already knew about the whole thing, so she looked a little guilty. The man, however, was watching her with an amused smirk. “Naomi’s pretty impressive, huh? Took down Kael’s whole operation all on her own?”Naomi awkwardly touched her hair. “If I say it wasn’t me—that it was Tristo and Finnick—would you believe me?”Now it was Atlas’s turn to fall silent. Did Naomi think he was stupid? As if he couldn’t tell those two only moved on her orders?But still, he played along with a soft smile. “No matter what you say, I’ll believe you.”Naomi pressed her lips together. “Then can you hand over that Robin guy you mentioned?&rd
Naomi’s face remained expressionless. “Tell Tristo to keep a close eye on him.”“Got it. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”Inside the hospital room, Atlas’s expression darkened when he saw the two people coming in. If he remembered correctly, this was one of the people who had been following Naomi that day—and clearly someone who didn’t like him.Finnick, instead of acting like a concerned visitor, casually sat down on the nearby sofa. “Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.”Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?”Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her.“Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.”&
After Shadow Blade finished speaking, Atlas's face remained expressionless."Boss, should we investigate?" Shadow Reaper asked, glancing at the person lying in bed.Everyone knew exactly what he meant.It was already suspicious enough that a proper lady possessed such a high level of combat skill."No need!" Atlas answered without hesitation.Shadow Reaper wanted to say more, but Shadow Blade stopped him."Boss, we captured a few people—they're from Wicked Talon—but we haven't been able to get anything useful out of them."Shadow Blade recalled the men they caught yesterday. Those scouts were likely just small fry who didn’t know anything valuable. But Robin was different. He probably knew something, but he also had the tightest lips.“How’s Kael doing now?”Shadow Blade remembered seeing Naomi leave the hospital the night before. “Boss, according to our investigation, Kael and a