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Chapter 941: I feel like bleaching my eyes

Chapter 941: I feel like bleaching my eyes

"Hey!" Primo opened fire at the sedan where Dragon got in while running. "Damn it!"

He clenched his teeth, picking up his pace to catch up. After fighting with the old man — Dimitri’s minion — he encountered more enemies on the way. With all the adrenaline surging through the ends of his nerves and high morale at his victory against that cocky old man, Primo didn’t have much problem facing a few enemies.

But now, this was a problem.

"Shit!" Primo cursed one more time, opening fire to the sedan’s tires. However, when he missed, a clang suddenly echoed in his ear. "Ouch!"

He turned, only to see one more of his enemies aiming at him. He clicked his tongue, holding his shoulder blade in irritation.

"Are you stupid?!" Primo yelled and shifted his aim at his enemy. "I’m handicapped! This is artificial — not real, you stupid idiot!"

The second those words rolled out of his tongue, he opened fire continuously. His enemy also fired back, hitting Primo’s artificial arm, which produced a loud clang again. Primo jogged, taking side steps until he was able to shoot his enemy in the stomach.

Rolling on the ground as a result of his action, Primo knelt on one knee. He snapped his tongue again, turning his head to where Dragon went.

"Fuck..." he blurted out. "He got away."

"Are you alright?"

Suddenly, Primo heard a voice from the side. Twisting his neck to look at the person talking to him, his eyes landed on the wide and bouncy Fig.

"As you can see, I’m still alive," Primo answered sarcastically. "But I’m worried about that suit. It feels like I can hear the buttons screaming while keeping itself together."

Fig automatically ignored his sarcasm, stopping in front of Primo and offering his hand. The latter glanced at the hand and clasped it, pulling himself up.

"Thanks," Primo expressed while dusting off his clothes. "He got away. Did you take down that other guy?"

"You mean Romnick?"

"I don’t know his name and I don’t care, even if his name is Satan."

"He was the one who nearly assassinated Dragon," Fig explained nonchalantly. "Unfortunately, I didn’t. He fled for his life."

"Did you just let him go?"

"He was running." Fig blinked. "Even if I come after him, I won’t catch up."

Primo opened his mouth but then shut his lips. His eyes landed on Fig’s body, scanning him from up and down, and then cleared his throat.

"How did you become the most successful assassin with that figure?" Primo inquired as he scrunched up his nose. "You’re too big not to be noticed and with that figure, you’d be running out of breath before you can even catch up with your target."

"Assassination doesn’t always require running." Fig shrugged. "Just catch them off guard and finish the job. It’s easier than it appears. A failure like you won’t understand now."

"Is that an insult?"

"It’s the truth." Fig blinked. "If what I said hit a nerve, it’s because you know it’s true. Truth slaps, they said."

Primo hissed and shook his head. At this point, he should get used to this people and their antics. He had spent day and night with Tiger and Moose in a room, so he shouldn’t be surprised at how savage they could be.

"Anyway, what now?" Primo snapped his eyes in the direction where the car Dragon left. "Dragon got away and then that other guy also escaped. Is this a mission fail now? Mr. Superstar is saved, but not the other hostage."

Fig didn’t reply immediately, setting his eyes in the direction where Primo was looking at. "It’s too early to say it was a mission fail."

"Huh?" Primo furrowed his brows, casting Fig a look. The latter, on the other hand, side-eyed him and shrug. "Now that I thought about it, where is that woman? Wasn’t she supposed to be here as well? Or did she change her mind and go to her husband instead?"

Primo kept his eyes on Fig while the latter was staring ahead. After a moment, Primo’s lips parted as he slowly set his eyes to where Fig was looking.

"Don’t tell me..." he gasped. "Oh! I see! Well... damn. I’m really lucky that I was still alive, huh?"

"Yes, very lucky."

******

Meanwhile, Dragon grunted as he held his shoulder blade, unable to hide the pain he was enduring. He glanced to his side, Hera still curled while holding her stomach. He clicked his tongue, mentally blaming her for inflicting a punch on her. If only she listened, she wouldn’t have to get hurt.

"Hah..." Hera huffed as she clasped her stomach, stabilizing her breathing, which was interrupted by his assault.

"Just stay still," Dragon breathed out. "If I were you, I would shut up."

Hera clenched her teeth, mustering every bit of her strength to sit up. She faced Dragon, and then immediately reached for the door to jump out. But alas, just as she did, she heard the locks click in her ears.

"Let me go!" Hera screamed, pulling the door handle aggressively. "I’m not going with you!"

She tried manually unlocking the door, only for Dragon to tug her arm away. Another loud squeal escaped her, almost deafening everyone in the car.

"Hera!" Dragon roared, eyes blazing with fire. "Stop this right this instance."

"No!" she flailed her arms, trying to get rid of his hold on her arm. "I’m not going with you! Let me go!"

"Leo is dead!"

This time, she stopped and looked up blankly. "No," she breathed out, shaking her head mildly. "I don’t believe you. Until I see his body myself, I won’t believe he is dead." She clenched her teeth and this time, fought back even harder.

Hera threw her fist in every direction, screaming her lungs out, repeating her sentiments of not wanting to leave this place with Dragon. Dragon, on the other hand, endured the pain in his body while holding her arms to stop her.

"Stop it!" he roared, but Hera wasn’t listening.

"Let me go! Just let me die!"

"Hera!"

"I don’t want to be here! I’d rather die —"

"What an embarrassing sight to behold."

Hera almost choked on her own breath when she heard a woman’s familiar voice from the driver’s seat. Dragon also froze and silence immediately clung to the inbound breeze of the vehicle. Both of them slowly shifted their eyes to the driver’s seat, barely seeing a woman’s hair in an updo and her sharp eyes through the rear mirror.

"I don’t want to swear, but fuck, I feel like bleaching my eyes. This secondhand embarrassment is killing me. This is the worst torture there is."

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