บททั้งหมดของ No Place for a Packless Wolf: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

PRAK!The wine glass in Chloe's hand slammed onto the glass table, the sound buzzing as the frightened heartbeat pounded against Julian's ribs. The Queen of The Vanguard rose to her feet. He walked calmly around the table, standing right in front of Julian without a leg's distance. Chloe didn't even bother hiding behind her husband. Why should she take refuge when she knows that in this room the rules of nature are completely controlled by the man who loves her? "You cowardly stole a drop of my pure blood from a mortal, faking the scent of despair as if I were dying..." Chloe hissed slowly, locking a selfish gaze on Julian's shrunken eyes. "You hurt The Vanguard's pride, you hurt the sanctity of my house... but do you know which mistake guarantees there will be no gravestone with your name engraved in this world tonight, Julian?"Julian took another step back closer to the double doors that had been locked in the apocalypse. "Y-You won't understand, Chloe..." stammered Julian, his

Sector 9 Harbor Metropolis at two in the morning was like a dead city. Rusty containers the size of hills are lined up tightly like giant tombstones hiding the rot of the mafia's past.Under container warehouse number four, a medical waste factory that had been kept away from the senate's tracking was quietly lit dimly. This is the den of pharmaceutical black magic where Dr. Aristha concocted Tears of the Queen.The psychopathic doctor was standing in front of his newest incubator machine. His crazy smile widened when he saw that thirty aerosol tubes containing replicas of Chloe's tear poison pheromones had been completed. He didn't know that his mortal courier on Olympus had thwarted everything, he was just busy imagining the fall of Vanguard."When we unleash all these weapons across the continent... no matter how complete Alexander Sterling's army of assassins is, the crazed and comatose instincts will run rampant destroying them all from within," whispered Dr. Aristha was proud of

The next morning in the Vanguard Suite's underground sublab, Metropolis.The ground floor of the cubic room is made purely of glass seven centimeters thick. There's no furniture. Just darkness and the lingering smell of cheap dope. Julian Blackwood was left lying in the middle of the transparent cube without a bandage for the remaining broken prosthetic, no different from a living specimen left to rot. Bone-white neon lights suddenly came on, blinding Julian's red snapper, who was struggling to blink. The pain from last night's memory torture was still tearing every neuron cell.Behind the glass panel of the room, two pairs of feet stepped in. Julian looked up. The pain from his neck almost killed him. However, the true torture was not in her body, but in her eyes which had to witness the elegant silhouette of the tyrant Queen sitting on the leather chair that Arthur had brought, right opposite her cage. Chloe Vanguard was wearing a jet black silk pants suit, her hand resting on an

Mornings in Metropolis feel more bitter than usual. Inside the Vanguard Suite penthouse, the sunlight was unable to dispel the absolute murderous air that thickened in the room.Alexander Sterling's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the giant stock market monitor screen that dominated the wall of Chloe's study. The stock charts of companies under the Vanguard umbrella that are usually skyrocketing green are now frozen. On the screen was a red cross logo with the words ASSETS FROZEN BY GLOBAL SENATE EDICT (Assets Frozen by Global Senate Decree).An espresso coffee cup in Alexander's hand cracked and exploded into porcelain dust without him holding it tightly, simply due to the pressure of anger that was overflowing from his chest."Human," growled Alexander, his voice booming like suppressed thunder. "Those bald-headed bureaucrats dare to freeze my wife's accounts due to 'suspicion of radical monopoly'. Give me three hours, Chloe. Arthur, prepare the jet. I will chop off all twelve hea

The United Nations (UN) building in Geneva is supposed to be the most prestigious place in human law. But tonight, due to a total power blackout that has affected three-quarters of the European continent, only diesel-powered emergency lights and hundreds of thick candles illuminate the giant hall.On the highest dais, twelve figures from The Invisible Hand sat with tense faces covered in sweat. They were surrounded by thousands of special forces armed with long guns from various countries, ready to ambush one name: Vanguard.When the antique wall clock pointed to eight o'clock, the main door of the hall was slowly opened by Arthur.Chloe Vanguard stepped in like a nemesis goddess, wearing a bone white suit combined with a midnight black fur coat, exuding an aura of absolute ice. Right behind him, walked a giant shadow of death, Alpha King Alexander Sterling, who with just a glance of his eyes was able to make the gun tips of hundreds of mortal military tremble in fear due to the press