The figure in the driver's seat looked at him through the mirror and scrunched his nose as if he were some dirt. The man was covered in black cloth, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.
Landon was scared out of his wits, feeling as if he were staring at the Grim Reaper himself. The man’s vacant eyes stared straight at him instead of focusing on the road.
Landon tried to open the door, but before he could move, the car shook violently, throwing him back into the seat. The speed of the car gradually increased, careening wildly down the road.
The car emerged from the tunnel, and the natural moonlight was the only source of illumination. The road was empty, with no other cars in sight. The man in the driver's seat remained nonchalant, steering the car straight toward a tree.
Landon’s eyes widened in fear. Before he could process what was happening, he saw the tree approaching rapidly. What surprised him more was the driver unbuckling and jumping out of the moving car.
The car crashed into the tree with a loud bang, causing the front of the vehicle to be crushed. Landon, in the back seat, was thrown forward. Desperately grabbing the front seat, his head hit it hard, and he started to bleed.
The black figure gazed at the crushed car with a neutral expression. After a few minutes, the injured man crawled out, blood spilling from his wounds. Landon lay on the ground and exhaled deeply.
From the corner of his eye, he saw something shiny and heard the screech of metal. Turning his injured head, he saw the black figure approaching him with two long swords in hand.
Landon couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he were imagining things.
The black figure looked at him, raised one of the swords, and brought it down with full force.
"Ahh!"
Landon’s painful cries echoed along the side of the road. After a series of agonized screams, the sounds dimmed and eventually ceased.
The figure in black took a clean handkerchief, wiped his sword, packed the handkerchief in a neat plastic bag, tucked it inside his pocket, and disappeared into the darkness.
When morning arrived, Worcester was shaken by the news of a gruesome murder in the forest near the Downhill tunnel. The media and internet went berserk with the horrifying details of the crime.
Reports indicated that the victim had been dismembered by a sharp object. His legs, hands, head, and even toes had been severed one by one and arranged in a grotesque display, as if he were a dismantled toy waiting for reassembly.
The victim was identified as Landon Hall, a wealthy businessman known for his lucrative tea export business. While it was suspected that he had been drunk, leading to the car crash, there was no clear information on how he had been dismembered.
Despite police efforts to suppress the details, the body had been laid out openly by the roadside, seemingly intended to instill fear in the public. Upon receiving the report, the police rushed to the scene, sealing off the area to prevent tampering with evidence. The body was promptly sent to the forensic department.
Daniel, upon hearing about the murder, initially frowned. However, as he learned more about the details, his expression relaxed, and he responded with an unusual nonchalance, which Johnny found odd.
Altron Groups
A black bike screeched to a halt in front of the massive building at the center of the city. The rider, seething with fury, dismounted and stormed into the lobby.
The people in the lobby turned their eyes in the newcomer's direction as he made his way toward the receptionist, with security and bodyguards scrambling to stop him.
The rider removed the helmet and unzipped the biker jacket, revealing long black hair cascading down to her waist. Fair skin and a toned abdomen came into the display. She wore a faded blue collar neck buckle and a short jacket paired with black jeans.
Her electric blue eyes scanned the area, her jaw clenched in barely contained rage. Siren stood there like a model straight off the runway, exuding an aura of determination and defiance.
The receptionist immediately recognized her as Mrs. Grey from the magazine, quickly ordered the bodyguards and security to stand down. The staff, still stunned and wide-eyed, gawked at the woman who had barged in on a bike.
They snapped out of their daze only when the receptionist sternly told them to disperse.
“Mrs. Grey,” the receptionist greeted her politely, trying to maintain professionalism despite her trembling fingers, clearly terrified by her foul mood, which was unmistakably written across her face.
“Where is he?” Siren demanded, not in the mood for formalities.
“The CEO is inside the conference room. I can guide you to his office, and you can wait there, Mrs. Grey,” the receptionist replied politely, her eyes lowered, not daring to meet Siren’s gaze.
“Which floor?” Siren pressed.
“Huh?” The receptionist hesitated, too nervous to respond immediately.
Siren gritted her teeth in impatience. “The conference room.”
“It’s... it’s on the 78th floor,” she stammered.
Without another word, Siren stormed toward the elevator reserved for the CEO. The receptionist sighed in relief, clutching her heart.
Mrs. Grey was very fierce!
On the 78th floor, Raven sat at the head of the table, listening to feedback and profit details of the products released by their company. But suddenly the conference room door slammed open. Everyone’s eyes snapped in that direction wondering who dared to disturb the meeting with their CEO, but then they were taken aback by seeing the woman standing there.
Raven looked at her calmly but frowned when his eyes scanned her outfit. Her lean and enticing waist was exposed, enhancing her alluring figure. Noticing everyone’s attention on her, he set his lips in a thin line.
“E.Y.E.S O.F.F H.E.R,” Raven said word by word in a dangerous tone, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Everyone immediately sat up straight and diverted their eyes from the woman.
Ian, Raven’s ever-attentive secretary, quickly understood the situation and announced, “The meeting is dismissed for now. You can submit the details to me by evening.”
As the people hurriedly left the room, Ian bowed to Mrs. Grey, who was glaring at his boss as if she wanted to strangle him.
He shook his head and thought, "Wife is wife, no matter who the hell you are!"
Discreetly closing the door behind him, Ian stood guard outside, maintaining a straight posture and good manners. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.
However, his persona cracked as he turned back in a flash and pressed his ear against the door, eager to hear his boss getting scolded by his wife. Unfortunately, the soundproofing prevented him from hearing anything.
Inside the room, once everyone left, Raven stood up from his chair and approached his wife whose anger is evident on her face.
Before he could close the distance between them, Siren swung her leg at him.
He swiftly ducked to avoid the kick. Taking a step back, he removed his suit coat, folded his sleeves, and smirked at his wife.
"I didn't expect this kind of welcome from you, darling," he said with amusement. "I thought you had barged into my office and kissed me to death, telling me how much you missed me. But here you are! Not bad, though. What's the fun in being like a normal couple?"
Siren gritted her teeth and advanced towards him, engaging him in a fistfight. She threw a powerful punch, which Raven blocked, followed by another aimed at his ribs. He sidestepped just in time, but she was relentless.
She swung her fist again, this time connecting with his chest where the wound was. Raven winced slightly but maintained his composure, avoiding her next punch with a quick duck.
Siren didn't give him a moment to recover. She spun around and aimed a roundhouse kick at his head. Raven ducked again, missing the blow in time. He moved back, and Siren pursued him with a series of rapid punches.
He blocked each one, but the force behind them was undeniable.
Raven remained mindful not to hurt her, restraining his strength and focusing on defending himself. In the chaos of the conference room, he made sure she didn't bump into the edges of the tables and chairs.
Siren, in her rage, fought without minding anything, her movements fueled by raw emotion.
She attempted an air kick, but Raven skillfully avoided it. She landed gracefully and immediately followed up with a jab to his midsection. Raven caught her wrist and spun her around, pulling her close to his chest.
Raven whispered in her ear, “Are you here to seduce me with your fighting skill?”
Siren elbowed him in the ribs, and he let go, taking a step back to regain his balance.
At last, Raven managed to lock her onto the top of the conference table, pinning her down with him above her. Siren leaned back on the table, breathing heavily, her eyes still blazing with fury.
Raven looked down at her and a hint of a smile played on his lips.
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