The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean)

Chapter 837

"Whoosh!"

The knife narrowly missed Midna, slicing through a strand of her long hair and landing on the ground with aharsh clatter.

Midna swiftly stood up, her eyes darkening as she looked back in the direction of the knife that was thrown.

If she didn't dodge in time, the knife would have pierced her heart!

Draco acted promptly, pulling out his pistol and firing at Zephyr as he hid behind the car.

However, Zephyr expected this move, taking cover behind the adjacent vehicle. The bullet grazed his ear beforehitting the car's body.

Having narrowly avoided the attack, Zephyr crouched low and remained still.

Midna, seemingly irritated, also got her gun and aimed it at the car.

"Oh, you're trying to kill me? I'll send you to Hades!"

A gunshot rang out, and Zephyr pressed his head against the car, feeling the vehicle tremble behind him.

Realizing that Midna couldn't flush him out, Draco clicked his tongue in annoyance and glanced at Midna.

"Alright, stop wasting bullets here. Leave him to me, and you go after the targets. If you lose them, you'll see howyou'll be punished when you return."

Midna pursed her lips in dissatisfaction but ultimately complied.

She cast a fleeting glance at the car, her red lips parting slightly.

"Such a shame that I couldn't have the pleasure of ending you today."

With that, she holstered her gun, turned, and left, following Neera and the others in the direction they had fled.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Neera and Neil had already covered some distance.

The both of them had never encountered such a dire situation before. As they fled, their heart rates soared, andtheir breathing grew extremely rapid.

Neera, however, faced an additional challenge as she was wearing high heels. So, she couldn't run fast even if shewanted to, which made her feel even more anxious.

Nevertheless, she was calm. Even amid her panic, she clung to her senses and worked to maintain her composure.

She pushed herself to speed up her pace, doing her best to avoid stumbling and falling.

Neil remained closely behind her, providing support.

Yet, the dense forest terrain was challenging. The ground beneath them transitioned from soft to hard, and thepath was rugged, making their journey treacherous.

The forest floor was littered with fallen leaves, and Neil accidentally stepped on them, causing him to tumbledownhill.

"Neil!"

Startled, Neera quickly called out to him.

From below, Neil's voice reached her although it was muffled. He had come to a stop and hit a fallen tree, causingpain to surge through his body.

Neera rushed to his side, nearly losing her balance.

She crouched down without daring to touch him immediately, her face fraught with worry.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

Neil, grimacing in pain, shook his head slightly and responded with a strained voice, "I'm fine..."

He tried to stand but the pain in his waist forced him to slump back down.

Neera's anxiety heightened, "Are you sure you're okay? Did you hurt your waist?"

Taking a deep breath, Neil replied through gritted teeth, "I hit it pretty hard, but I'll be fine. It's not in the way.Let's keep running..." novelbin

The situation was growing increasingly dire, and Neera had no choice but to gently lift Neil and continue movingforward.

Meanwhile, Midna had also entered the dense forest, closely pursuing the path taken by the fleeing pair.

As an experienced assassin, tracking targets was one of her specialties. Plus, Neera and Neil had only recentlypassed through, so their traces were new.

Midna smirked as she glanced at the footprints on the ground, maintaining her brisk pace in their pursuit.

On the other hand, two cars raced down the road toward the golf course with incredible speed, resembling rocketshurtling through the air.

In one of the cars' back seats, Jean sat with an ice-cold expression, emanating an intense aura of malevolence. Theair around him seemed to grow tense.

In the distance, the sound of gunshots reached his ears, causing his eyes to narrow.

Ian's heart skipped a beat as he uttered anxiously, "It must be Mrs. Beauvort and the others!"

Jean's voice was sharper and colder than ever, "Go faster!"

Ian's forehead was covered in sweat as he clenched the steering wheel tightly and pressed the accelerator to thefloor.

"Mr. Beauvort, we're already going as fast as we can. We'll be there shortly. Mrs. Beauvort will be alright..."