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Chapter 817: Troublemakers on the loose

Chapter 817: Troublemakers on the loose

"Hello, darling Dragon. Miss me?"

The corner of Dragon’s eyes sharpened the moment he locked eyes with the woman on the screen. That face was precisely the woman he would never forget, even after ten lifetimes, especially that wicked smirk plastered on her face, and the look in her eyes, as if she were looking down at anyone before her.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone challenging.

"I am your beloved. Who else?! Don’t you remember this beautiful face?" Hera smirked smugly. "My dear, don’t tell me you forgot about me now?"

Dragon drew a deep breath as he hissed, his eyes glinting wickedly. "I’m not playing with you."

"Pfft—" Hera covered her lips with her fist, a subtle, yet manly gesture that didn’t escape Dragon’s observant eyes.

"This game you’re playing is very dangerous... whoever you are," Dragon warned, sporting a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "You will regret playing with fire."

"Oh, no, Frankenstein." Hera smiled while Dragon’s expression stiffened. "How can I regret playing with fire when I am the inferno itself? Someone who can set anyone — rather, the entire underground on fire and get away from it."

Hera leaned forward to the camera, smirking and cackling, eyeing him maliciously. "Dragon... I’m just starting. If I were you, I’d inject myself with a ton of caffeine. I heard people have been dying in their sleep." She shook her head as the smirk on her face faded, a layer of frost covering her expression.

A moment of silence fell between them as Hera leaned back. The side of her face was glitching, but the look on her face remained the same: wicked and dangerous.

"Everything you’ve worked so hard for... that research facility, those warehouses, and everyone you deployed—even Dimitri isn’t safe, Frank," she added solemnly. "I’m getting everything that you coveted. Perhaps more. Watch me."

After saying her piece, the screen glitched, and then she disappeared. The Joker, clad in a reaper’s cloak, reappeared on the screen, making a creepy laughing sound. Meanwhile, Dragon ground his teeth as he balled his hands into tight fists.

"Ughh!!!" In a snap, he flipped the table upside down to vent his frustrations. Standing in place, Dragon was panting, his chest heaving.

"Joker..." His voice rumbled, eyes burning furiously. "Now you’ve done it."

There was only one person Dragon could think of with very advanced knowledge of evolving technology and could manipulate it: Joker. Hera was already with him, therefore, she was automatically ruled out.

"It’s him..." he whispered, recollecting his thoughts and calming his raging heart. "Or he’s surely a part of it."

Since Joker had just called Dragon, and Dragon received a report that Joker was seen in the torture house, Dragon didn’t rule out the fact that Joker might be working with someone else. Dragon clicked his tongue, considering the possibility that the rest of the reapers might work together again. Even though the majority were now on his side, those who weren’t were the tough, prideful, and troublesome ones.

As Dragon was in the middle of calming himself, he heard a faint buzz somewhere. Turning his head, his eyes fell on the phone on the floor. He didn’t move for a second before he huffed sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose, then marched toward the phone to pick it up.

"I heard what happened," said the person on the other end of the line the moment the call connected.

"Dimitri, this is not the right time to nag me," Dragon remarked under his breath. "If you’re not going to do anything, then you better shut the hell up."

"Alexander Cafre."

Dragon arched a brow as he glanced at his phone.

"He’s working with Joker right now," Dimitri continued in the same monotonous tone. "For some reason, he got out of prison. I’m still investigating if Dominic Zhu had anything to do with it. After all, he’s helping the authorities to track Leo Wu."

"Hah..." Dragon scoffed, sliding his eyes sideways as he pondered.

"Frank," Dimitri called solemnly. "Be careful. My hunch tells me the path ahead will be a rough road."

Dragon ground his teeth, taking deep breaths until he calmed down slightly. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

"None. Were you waiting for me to tell you more than I should?"

"Won’t you tell me ’I told you so?’" Dragon stressed, marching to the stand to get himself a glass of whiskey. "You stopped me when I said I would eliminate the rest of the Reapers, but I didn’t listen. Knowing them, it’ll be a full-scale war."

"Blaming others will not change the situation, nor will it resolve it," Dimitri answered calmly. "Moreover, how can I stop you from doing something you’ve always wanted?"

The corner of Dragon’s lips curled up, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand. He let out a short, dry laugh before chugging a mouthful of liquor. He winced as the whiskey burned down his throat, now fully calmed.

"He got me this time," he said airily. "But it won’t happen again. They made a move sooner than I expected, but... this will be the last time they will catch me off guard."

"Be sure." Dimitri’s reply was short and quick. "I’ll leave the rest to you. If you need help, let me know."

With that said, the call ended. Dragon dropped his hand to his side, tossed the phone on the stand, and then downed the rest of the whiskey in the glass. As soon as he swallowed the liquor, he stretched his neck from one side to another.

"Those troublemakers," he hissed, mentally listing everyone on his hit list. "I didn’t plan on taking you down this soon, but it seems all of you can’t wait to face your demise."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smirk, apparently different from the look he had been carrying around Hera. His eyes were sharp and his jaw was tight. He remained standing there wordlessly, making anyone wonder what sick thought was swirling in his head at the moment.