A Regal Demeanor
The quiet state of the town was disrupted by the sudden gunshot, and the people on the street let out screams of terror before they began running for cover.
Right then, a group of people darted out of the motel, running after Daemon and his group with guns in their hands.
By then, Derila was no longer thinking about snatching the necklace. After all, saving her own life took priority in the situation.
The few of them stole a car and tried to drive out of the town, but a few black modified cars soon blocked their way. Clearly, the other party was determined to capture Daemon.
Nevertheless, Daemon gripped the steering wheel tightly, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and drove straight at them.
One of the cars instinctively dodged Daemon's car. With a flawless drift, the car's left wheels lifted into the air, and Daemon drove them through the gap.
Bang!
The rearview mirror of the car was sent flying, and it was a close shave. They managed to escape the barricade.
Derila sighed in relief. Just as she was about to speak, Harrison suddenly yelled, "Oh my god!"
At that, Derila raised her head to look out of the window. A line of cars had formed a wall in front of them, blocking their escape route.
At the same time, more cars were coming from behind them.
"F_ck, I wouldn't have come back if I knew this was going to happen, " Derila grumbled.
"Are you regretting it?"
Daemon was still calm and collected as always. After he coldly glanced at the row of cars in front of them, he then looked at his watch.
"Extremely, " Derila huffed. "I risked my life and came back to you, and you repaid my kindness with cruelty. Now, you're getting me involved in your issues…"
"Answer me. Why do you want this necklace?" Daemon questioned. "If you give me a satisfactory answer, I'll give you another hundred million."
"Then will you give me the necklace?" Derila quickly asked.
"No, " came Daemon's reply without any hesitation.
"Is that ordinary necklace that important? Why are you so stubbornly holding onto it?" Derila was absolutely baffled. "Answer me. If you give me a satisfactory answer, I won't keep asking you for it anymore."
At that, Daemon shot her an icy look and fell silent.
"The necklace is the keepsake Mr. Lierger gave to his first love, so it's very important to him, " Harrison blurted out.
He did not think that matter was anything embarrassing.
"His first love?"
Derila tensed up, and the image of the scene in her dream appeared in her mind.
Could it be that…
"Dr. Feroma, why are you so adamant about getting the necklace?" Harrison was equally curious about that as well. "Could it be that you—"
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot interrupted Harrison's speech.
Then, a tall and large middle-aged man stepped forward from the convoy and spoke in Ustranasion, "Mr. Lierger, let's talk."
Daemon glanced at his watch again, and he went down from the car.
"Hey, don't get out! It's dangerous!"
Derila tried to stop him, but he was already gone.
Harrison, Sloan, and Mylo had gotten down from the car as well to stand behind Daemon. They were all holding up their guns, ready to protect him.
Derila was at a loss for words as she stared at the group of stubborn men.
What do I do now?
"Mr. Lierger, you're indeed a man with a regal demeanor!"
The leading middle-aged man did not seem like an assassin. Instead, he seemed more like a businessman. There was no trace of hostility in his eyes when he looked at Daemon; they seemed to
shine with approval instead.
"You've wasted no bullets in taking down over a hundred members of the Mafia by yourself. Now, to save Prince William, you've managed to avoid the capture of hundreds of assassins. You're truly brave, smart, and loyal. Impressive!"
"Mr. Grorf, what are you trying to say?" Daemon flatly asked.
"You know me?" The middle-aged man was astonished.
"I know the four men behind Pastor like the back of my hand." Daemon curled his lips. "If anything happens to me, everything about the four of you will go public. Feel free to make a guess as to what will happen after that."
Grorf paled. "You're impressive. No wonder you're still so composed. It's because you have an ace up your sleeve!"
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