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Chapter 1051: Last words?

Chapter 1051: Last words?

Meanwhile...

Ram was barely aware of the situation in the port. According to one of his men, chaos was ensuing at the port as containers were being thrown like pieces of small parcels. He didn’t need to hear more to know just how dire and grave the situation was.

The Reapers were there and if Hera was present, such sort of chaos wasn’t surprising. She was the leader for a reason, feared by many people for a reason.

"But what is it?" he asked himself quietly. "Why target Elliot Dunkel as well?"

In his eyes, Hera was targeting both the Sun Organization and Elliot Dunkel. Of course, Hera had many reasons to go after the Interpol. But Elliot Dunkel wasn’t one of them. Even if the man in question was strongly affiliated with the Interpol and General Assembly, Elliot was their best chance to fight the General Assembly without heavy repercussions.

So, why?

Ram’s expression turned darker and darker, thinking of ways to get a hold of Hera. After all, with everything that he had done so far, he wouldn’t be surprised if she ordered his death. Whatever explanation he had behind his actions, it was still not enough to ask for her forgiveness.

Ram let Dragon disgrace her. Whatever reason he had, he allowed Dragon to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. And now that she was back to her old self, Ram was aware of the limited options he had.

’I need a word with her —’ His train of thoughts halted as the car he was in suddenly skidded, tires screeching aloud. Ram leaned forward because of the force, making him place a hand on the back of the front passenger seat for balance.

"What’s going on?" he asked as soon as he regained control over his body.

"I think we have a problem, sir." The driver muttered, staring at the person standing in front of their car with hostility. "She’s here."

She?

Ram furrowed his brows as he slowly set his eyes on the windshield. There, standing under the headlights, was a woman. She was leaning against the parked motorcycle, unfazed by the men coming out of the escort car with their guns.

"Hera," whispered Ram, hearing his heart thud for many different reasons. "Don’t shoot her."

The man in the front passenger seat kept his eyes fixated on the woman, lifting his wrist to his mouth as he said, "Standby. Do not shoot."

Meanwhile, Hera simply glanced at the men coming out of the escort cars. Despite the arms they carry, it didn’t faze her one bit. Instead, she kept her eyes on the car in front of her, barely seeing the men in the front row because of the headlights.

After a few seconds, the headlights lowered, and the backseat opened. As soon as she saw the person coming out of the backseat, Hera smacked her lips.

"And here I thought you won’t come out, Ram," she remarked. Her voice was low and cold. "I see you’re doing well and maybe getting along with all the people I don’t like."

"Hera."

She raised her brows, tilting her head to the side. "What is it, Ram? Are you going to give me a lengthy explanation before I kill you?"

Everyone surrounding the area quickly raised their arms in Hera’s direction. What she said just now was a blatant threat. Considering this woman was the leader of the Reapers, they knew such threats carried heavy ammo.

"I —" Ram stopped, thinking of the right terms to use. He gazed at her quietly, listening to the song of the night breeze. After a moment, the side of his mouth curled up into a subtle and relief smile. "I’m glad you are okay now."

Hera scoffed. "You mean, you’re glad I’m out of Dragon’s clutches?"

"I had no choice, Hera." Ram breathed out in distress. "My decision was not conventional, but I had no choice."

"You had a choice, and you chose what you thought best."

"Your enemies are much greater than Dragon."

"So, you let him use me over and over, kept me addicted to all the drugs he injected into my body. I had greater enemies than Dragon. That’s why it’s better if you let him fry my brains whenever he feels like it."

Ram’s breath hitched, balling his hands into tight fists. "They would do worst."

"Like what, Ram?" she continued. "Like kill me right away? Isn’t that much better than keeping me alive?"

"Hera, all your men are held hostage!"

"And because of that, I had to suffer," she returned almost immediately, not giving him enough time to retort. "Because all my men who were trained to be the best of the best were held captive, I had to go through hell and back, then hell and back again, and the cycle continues until I’m dead."

Just the brief conversation with her was enough proof that the Hera he knew was truly back. This was the Hera he knew. The woman who wouldn’t give anyone the upper hand, be it on the battlefield or in conversations. She was someone who would straighten the twisted knots until the other party could only follow.

"You... were happy," Ram forced out a breath after a prolonged silence. "I’ve never seen you smile like that. I thought I was doing you a favor, Hera. It wasn’t my intention, but when I saw you in that garden, I knew that I had to protect that little peace even if it’s for a short while."

"And it didn’t cross you that little peace and happiness can shatter in the blink of an eye once I regained my memories?" she snickered in ridicule. "Oh, Ram. Age must have caught up with you. The Ram I know would never comfort me with a lie, even if the truth can kill me."

A moment of silence fell on their shoulders. It was pin-dropped silence and everyone could almost hear their own breathing. After a second, everyone went into an offensive move when Hera suddenly took out a pistol and aimed it at Ram.

"Drop your weapon, Hera Cruel!"

"Drop it or we’re going to shoot!"

Unfazed by the warnings echoing around, Hera kept her eyes on Ram with her pistol aimed straight at his chest. Ram, on the other hand, held his breath as he stood motionless. He raised a hand slightly, saying;

"Drop your guns," he ordered to his men. "Do not shoot her. She’s the head of the notorious Reapers. She wouldn’t be here if she knew she could die. Trust me. I know."

The trained marshals that were on Ram’s side slowly looked at him in dismay. Just then, they noticed multiple red dots on each of their foreheads. Everyone had the red dot light except Hera. With this realization, everyone’s eyes widened as they looked at each other. Carefully, they put down their weapons and raised their hands where Hera’s people could see.

"Any last words, Ram?" she asked quietly, yet it sent a wave of chill down everyone’s spine.

Ram didn’t answer immediately as he smiled. He took a good look at her, nodding in satisfaction.

"It’s an honor to die in your hands, Hera."

BANG!