Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 138 - 138- You'll be granted a painful death by us

Her brain worked fast, thinking of how to escape this situation unscathed. One was the Maximus family; the other was, the massacring beast, Cyra.

A thought crossed her mind, but she couldn't grasp it immediately. Two strong opponents...two of them together... why not pit them against each other?

"Yes! That's it!" She shouted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Realizing she'd let her excitement show, she regained her usual calm. This move would kill two birds with one stone.

"We are going back," she announced, stepping into the elevator, her guards following her.

Their expressions didn't show a flicker of doubt or question. They have been brutally trained to only follow orders, with other emotions irrelevant- brainwashed, one might say.

The plump woman was dumbfounded to see them leave the hotel after only ten minutes. She'd expected damage and spectators to gather, but everything was quiet, with no waves. She sighed in relief as their cars finally drove off.

Inside the car, Grace sent pictures and videos with some added lies, painting Crya as a powerful, bloodthirsty rogue supernatural beyond her control.

She unknowingly touched on the truth; Cyra was indeed a dangerous supernatural.

Grace decided to send everything to Maximus head's right-hand woman, not forgetting to explain the cause and effect of Andrea's injuries.

She planned to use the Maximus family against Cyra and wash her hands clean of Miss Andrea's injury in her city.

If all went well, she might even gain rights to Desire Island; the benefits from even a small portion of it could significantly level up her city. Her eyes gleamed with ambition.

She made everything foolproof and free of suspicion, sending it all to the Kypripum emergency network for the Maximus family clan.

After the message was sent, Grace mentally thanked Andrea for helping her with her injury. She closed her eyes in comfort, though a nagging feeling suggested she was forgetting something important.

It was on her way to her study, her eyes widened in realization. She tapped on her bracelet connecting with her people.

"Heed my orders! No one should engage a female intruder in battle! Surrender immediately!" She commanded. It was too late to tell them to retreat from the hideout.

"Damn it!" She cursed, slamming her hand on the door. How could she have forgotten that Cyra's presence in her city might mean she was after the organization? Scenes from the gruesome video flashed in her mind, bile rising in her throat- she had witnessed cruel deaths before, but this one topped them all.

She could only pray that Cyra wasn't here for her organization but the Dark Order organization or she will be fucked- imagining everything she would lose, her heart skipped a beat in fear and pain.

Meanwhile, Cyra, unaware of the interest she had sparked, opened her eyes slowly.

Stretching her limbs, she freshened up and noticed it was 7:3 p.m. The darkening sky was visible from her penthouse window.

The city view was dreamy and beautiful, she admitted to herself and her mind wandered to Zane, making a mental note to bring him here on vacation someday.

Flower petals swirled in the air as snow drifted with the breeze, while bright, colourful lights illuminated the city, filling the air, and carrying a soothing flora scent in the air that calmed the mind.

She strode through the city centre, at a hurried pace, her beauty turned heads in this beauty-loving city.

She enjoyed the sights, fully aware of the people tailing her, but she ignored them, letting them be since they weren't attacking.

She took a hover car to her destination. After two hours, the view changed, and she noted the stark contrast as she entered a poverty-ridden part of the city.

It was reality- she removed her gaze as the car descended to the ground and parked. Cyra stepped out of the car, moving into the cramped alleys, she passed by people who were dressed in tattered, dirty clothes.

Some of them eyes glanced at Cyra's malicious gaze, seeing her dressed in quality material and was different from them and instantly knew she was new around here.

Cyra continued moving calmly, her ears tuned for. Any sounds hoping to lead her to the organization's location? Before she was about to walk past a clearing to go through another alley when she found herself surrounded by armed people.

She stopped and watched five people step out: four women and one man.

The leader, a woman, spoke first. "Your killings end here. For daring to attack the Dark Order organization, you'll be granted a painful death by us...Now, tell us, how did you find our location, and what are your reasons?" Her cold words echoed through the clearing.

The residents, sensing something bad was about to happen, hurriedly ran into their houses and shut their doors and windows, leaving the surrounding quiet, filled only with the organization's people.