Enforcer Manual
Chapter 663: Civil War_1

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Civil War_1

There was a moment when δ thought the Devil in front of him, had a flash of conscience and was about to reveal his true identity to the oblivious Jasmine. But this unrealistic fantasy shattered the next second—Song Lan, in front of everyone, effortlessly spun another lie without batting an eye.

What was more despairing for it, was that the naive and gullible Jasmine believed the devil, a fountain of lies, once more.

With a serious expression, she said, "I should have thought of it, Military Intelligence Section Seven has infiltrated this place too. So the new recruit called Mo Lian was your partner, right?"

Jasmine’s deduction turned δ’s vision dark.

Even though she posed like a famous detective, she was still played in the palm of the Devil’s hand.

It couldn’t stand to watch this scene anymore.

δ began to understand why, despite having traveled to so many places with Jasmine, it hadn’t encountered even a single person willing to make a deal for Jasmine’s life—Who would bear a grudge against such a girl?

However, it couldn’t share any of these ideas in front of the Devil; it could only silently resolve to download an anti-fraud app on Jasmine’s phone once this was all over.

Meanwhile, its impression of the Devil began to change slightly.

Despite being brutal, cunning, and cold-blooded, at least he kept his word. During the long period of bringing Jasmine back to the hospital, besides helping them eliminate the mental control order of their operating system, he didn’t do anything unnecessary.

However, δ changed its mind as it suddenly felt that maybe this was because the Devil didn’t care about humans at all. Not even the Six Stars rescuer, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, would be considered significant to him.

The conversation between Song Lan and Jasmine continued, "Yes, Mo Lian is also an experienced agent. But during the time you were unconscious, a lot has happened outside. The remains of the former authority holder have been discovered, and now the Capello and Monk Families have been consistently pointing fingers at the Gilvez Family."

Although they moved Jasmine and Rose from the scene before the consortium knights arrived, the maze beneath the wax museum was exposed to everyone’s eyes.

The murder of the consortium’s authority holder was an extremely serious accusation, so serious that it immediately allowed Richard Gervis to be brought in for interrogation as a suspect. Coincidentally, Richard’s whereabouts were currently unknown, and based on the onsite investigation, it was deduced that the person who caused the extensive destruction to the underground maze was none other than the Chief Knight.

And Rose, just happened to be Richard’s personal bodyguard.

Under the prodding of the Capello and Monk Families, Richard Gervis had been branded as fleeing out of guilt, accused of murdering his uncle to solidify his power.

The most critical part was...

The accusation wasn’t at all false.

The former authority holder of the consortium was indeed eliminated by Richard, and for this, he even bribed those loyal to him, creating an accidental plane crash.

But in reality, his uncle had been imprisoned in the "underground palace" that he had built himself, rotting away in an unknown dungeon along with his dreams of behind-the-scenes rule until only his weathered bones remained as testament to his perpetual presence there.

Thus, the Worms’ infiltration into human society must have begun much earlier than they had estimated because this was already a story from over a decade ago.

The turmoil of this night had precipitated the internal turmoil of the consortium.

"Now there is no one inside the consortium who can take charge of the situation."

Jasmine approached the window and looked at the castle illuminated by light; the previously empty roads were now thronging with people. Each Knight Group was making their final assembly, and this time their opponents might very well be those brothers they had once fought alongside.

Those consortium members who were still in a wait-and-see attitude now had to make a decision in an extremely short time.

Their decisions at this moment would determine their own fate, and that of their entire family, for decades to come.

The era of Richard Gervis had ended.

It’s just that none of them could have anticipated that it would end so abruptly, so hastily.

He didn’t even give others the chance to bring him to the gallows for a trial before he vanished without a trace.

From that towering attic, Colin Capello was overlooking the majestic castle, and the hesitant people finally made a wise decision—at that very moment, he received a series of good news.

Apart from the knight groups most loyal to the other two families, the armed forces under other consortium members were now completely at his disposal; he now controlled over 73% of the military force of Zone Two.

And now, Heaven had given him a legitimate reason to send out troops.

Richard Gervis’s whereabouts were unknown, but there were others among them who continued this sinful and greedy lineage.

Someone had to pay the price for the death of the former consortium authority holder.

A moment later, Colin Capello heard a noise coming from the master bedroom. The sound was light, not like that of a door being opened. As he turned his head, he saw the maid appear in the bedroom in an eerily peculiar manner, the ceremonial array imprinted on the floor glowing blood-red, complementing her otherworldly eyes.

But she had emerged from the midst of tentacles, and her figure-hugging maid uniform was drenched with an unknown, viscous liquid.

This scene made Colin feel nauseated, and then he noticed the maid’s empty wrists. His mood plummeted, "What happened to your hand?"

He didn’t know the maid’s background; she had been planted by his father to be by his side.

For a long time, this was the first time he had seen her injured.

The wound had not healed; the emptiness made him feel uneasy. It at least meant that there was still someone in the castle capable of harming her.

That could bring about a twist in this civil war.

"Was it Rose?"

Colin could only think of this name. According to the information he had received, Rose and Richard had both disappeared together, but Colin did not believe this was a case of fleeing out of guilt; rather, the person in front of him had abided by their agreement and removed the obstacles in their way.

"No, it was just an encounter with an old friend, it’s nothing."

The maid disregarded her empty sleeve cuffs, the contiguous lights inside the castle involuntarily arousing her excitement more than the old friend she had met after a long time. She still preferred the atmosphere outside.

"The Knight Group has assembled completely and can take action at any time,"

"No rush."

The maid approached Colin Capello’s side, "Before that, let’s add more fuel to the festivities."

...

Meanwhile, a panicked figure burst into Isabella’s bedroom.

The sky outside was ablaze, and Isabella had spent the entire evening in fear and unease.

The Winter Knights had long since assembled, standing guard in front of the Gilvez Family’s residence, but even so, they could not provide her with any sense of security.

She had heard that her father, in his quest for power, had plotted against her uncle and was now on the run with the help of Rose.

Some also said that Capello and the Monk Family had formed a temporary strategic alliance, and perhaps their Knight Group would storm the Gilvez Family’s residence before much longer.

Isabella had never felt so panicked until the maid’s voice brought her back to reality, "Miss!"

When she came to her senses, the maid was already behind her.

Isabella gazed at her dumbfounded, completely out of ideas.

"The situation is urgent, the Lady asks for your immediate presence."

"Yes, alright..."

Isabella obediently nodded her head, stood up, and didn’t even have time to adjust her clothes.

"By the way, miss, do you know one thing?"

As she followed the maid to the door, the latter suddenly stopped; her voice no longer lively and submissive, it sounded dead, "I really, really despise you."

The sound of whooshing air froze Isabella in her tracks.

She saw the maid’s hand holding a dagger glinting coldly. For an excellent student of Morning Star, such an attack would have been of little concern, but in her dispirited state, Isabella just stood there, stunned.

Blood splattered.

The thick red liquid streaked across her eyes, the smell of blood invaded her nose, but the anticipated pain did not come. It took nearly ten seconds for her to realize that the blood on the wall did not come from her throat, but from her personal maid.

A thrown knife had penetrated her palm, pinning the knife-wielding hand to the wall.

The maid glared with eyes full of hatred at the figure that had suddenly appeared, but the other seemed to have foreseen all her moves. As the maid’s other hand reached for her waist, another dagger pinned it to the wall.

"Ah—!"

The personal maid let out a shriek, whether from pain or anger.

"I didn’t teach you these things so that you could assassinate the miss,"

The Head Maid returned her look with an indifferent gaze.

"Is that so?"

Isabella’s personal maid suddenly revealed a chilling smile, "Then let me show you some other skills."

The Head Maid’s pupils constricted.

Without any hesitation, she wrapped her arms lazily around Isabella, not caring if doing so could injure the miss, and directly broke through the attic window, jumping out.

The moment the glass shattered, the shockwave from an explosion altered their falling trajectory, the blast almost instantly sweeping them ten meters away until they crash-landed amidst the Winter Knights.

The Head Maid used her own body as a cushion, coughing up blood from the impact as they landed.

She looked desperately in the direction of the attic.

She had never seen such an explosion; where the bomb reached, there was no desolation left behind. That gilded and glittering aristocratic dwelling had half vanished into thin air, not even leaving debris behind.

If she hadn’t discerned the opponent’s next move in advance, she and Isabella would have probably turned into nothingness by now.

The Head Maid could not afford to dwell on her pain, she struggled to stand up, placing her hand on Isabella’s shoulder, "Miss, please, pull yourself together!"

Now was far from the time when they could rest.

If the last line of defense held by the Winter Knights were to be broken, what awaited Isabella would be a fate most tragic.

Isabella seemed to finally return to herself, and asked anxiously, "And my mother, the Lady?"

"I will take you away first. She must stay to manage the aftermath."

"But..."

"There’s no room for negotiation."

Isabella looked up at the bloodstained beautiful face that had saved her, shrinking back, her voice lowered, "Okay, I’ll go with you."