Chapter 14: War Goddess Rachel Lynch

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Flynn had no idea what was really going on. All he'd seen was Tyler bowing and scraping to Otto Nicholson, and all he'd heard was Tyler offering to fix up Otto's place. It completely overturned Flynn's understanding of things. Who was Tyler? The boss of the Glory Gang-the top figure in Nykomar's underworld. Even tycoons and magnates addressed him respectfully as Boss Tyler. Yet here he was, lowering himself before a young man, and what's more, this young man had just beaten up the Lawson Group's young heir, Bryson Lawson. The Lawson Group and the Glory Gang had always been close. Flynn had been worried the gang would step in for the Lawsons and come after Otto. The truth blindsided him. After paying his respects to Otto, Tyler saw his chance. He turned back and faced a flustered Flynn. "Captain Flynn, are you working a case?" "Yes." "The Bryson Lawson case?" "Yes." "From what I know, Bryson had it coming. If you want the details, I can have Maximus go with you. He's Bryson's bodyguard and knows the whole story." Tyler's voice was low and steady. "No need, no need, Boss Tyler. Just pretend I was never here." Flynn hurriedly waved both hands. Anyone Tyler had to tread lightly around must have some serious connections. Good thing he hadn't fired a shot just now-there'd have been no way to clean it up. With that, Flynn signaled to his two logistics team members and beat a hasty retreat. "Young Master, Flynn actually pointed a gun at you. Should I find a chance to…" "No. He's not a bad man." Otto stopped him. Although Flynn had insisted on arresting him, his intentions weren't malicious. Even if Tyler hadn't shown up, Otto would've handled it himself-at most, he'd have just knocked Flynn out. "Understood, understood." Tyler pulled a key card from his pocket. "Young Master, once the renovations start, living here won't be convenient. I've got a place sitting empty. It's yours. Why don't you move in for now?" "All right." If it were just Otto, he could stay anywhere, but he had to consider Nala Jameson and Reid Jameson. He accepted the key card and handed it to Nala. "Luna Bay No. 1." She glanced at the card and swallowed hard. Luna Bay No. 1 was Nykomar's most exclusive villa community, built along the mountain and overlooking the sea. The entire estate had only twenty villas, each sitting on more than 1.5 acres. When the development first opened, a single villa cost about $10 million. By now, the price had risen to around $20 million-worth as much as several Jameson Groups put together. Even for Nala, who'd seen plenty in her life, the draw of this legendary villa was irresistible. She told the housekeeper to start packing and move right away. An hour later, Otto, Nala, and Reid took the car Tyler had arranged and arrived at Luna Bay No. 1. The villa Tyler gave Otto was No. 8, halfway up the mountain. "Now this is a villa…" Father and daughter, Reid and Nala, spoke almost in unison as they took in the expansive grounds, the decorative rockery, the pool, and the rare trees and flowers. As for Otto, he didn't think a mid-mountain villa was anything special. He preferred being on the highest peak, looking down over everything. Not in the mood to tour the grounds with Nala and Reid, Otto wandered up toward the summit on his own. At the top, a woman stood, gazing into the distance. She was none other than the legendary commander of the Draconia military department-Rachel Lynch. Her name sounded gentle, but her methods were ruthless. The ones she sent to the military department's prison almost all ended up permanently disabled. Otto spotted her from afar. Rachel was strikingly beautiful. She wore a black, form-fitting outfit. She wasn't showing any skin, but her curves were outrageous-some places even more exaggerated than comic book heroines. "You done staring?" Rachel turned and caught Otto's unabashed gaze. Her voice was icy. "No." Otto shrugged and kept looking. "You've got some nerve." Already in a foul mood, Rachel's temper flared. She raised her hand, ready to teach this lecher a lesson. "Don't move. If the toxin spreads, no one can save you." Otto warned her. "How do you know I'm poisoned?" Rachel stared, stunned. She hadn't told anyone-not even the top brass in the military department. "From your breathing and chest movement." Otto was blunt. "You-" Rachel's face turned bright red. Just then, a man leaped up over the edge of the nearby cliff. His face was crisscrossed with knife scars, vicious and menacing. "Lone Wolf!" Rachel's heart sank. Lone Wolf-a top-tier, high-priority fugitive wanted by the Draconia military department, an SSS-level threat. In the past decade, the department had sent at least fifty experts after him. Without exception, every single one had died at his hands. After killing the fiftieth, Lone Wolf vowed bloody revenge, announcing that everyone at brigadier rank and above would become his targets. "Who would've thought the famous war goddess had such taste-can't even let a beggar go." Lone Wolf looked Rachel up and down, then glanced at Otto, clicking his tongue. "Tsk, tsk." "What nonsense?" Rachel's brows shot up, her eyes turning deadly. "Nonsense? A man and a woman alone on a mountaintop. What else could you be doing?" He burst out laughing. "Ha, ha, ha!" "You've got a death wish!" Fired up by his taunts, Rachel forgot all about the toxin. With a flick, she drew the flexible blade at her waist and lunged straight at him. "Good, bring it on!" Lone Wolf had come for Rachel. He didn't dodge and met her head-on. In a blink, they traded dozens of blows. "Damn-how is this woman this strong?" The longer he fought, the more alarmed Lone Wolf became. He started to regret making Rachel his first target for revenge. He'd thought her reputation was overblown-turns out she was even tougher than the department's seasoned lieutenant generals. Sensing he might die if this went on, Lone Wolf tried to break away. Rachel pressed him hard, giving him no room to run. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Lone Wolf spotted Otto, arms folded, watching with interest. If Rachel was too tough, a beggar would be easy. Perfect-he'd grab the beggar as a hostage.

Chapter 14: War Goddess Rachel Lynch

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