Chapter 440 A Chain of Attacks
James stared at Bruce's lifeless body, feeling a wave of sadness crash over him. He wanted to scream, but the words just wouldn't come.
He didn't get the whole backstory between Bruce and The Dragon's Breath or what had changed over the years. All he knew was that someone who'd been good to him was gone.
James was crushed.
But he knew he couldn't fall apart just yet. There was no time to mourn. He grabbed his phone and made a call.
Kaida showed up with her team in no time.
James quickly filled her in on the poisoning and Marshall's attack, skipping over the details about Bruce. He just said Bruce had died protecting him.
Kaida, with her sharp instincts, could tell Bruce had taken his own life, but she kept it to herself. She followed James's lead to get everything sorted out.
She also called an ambulance for James.
James shook his head, refusing. He patched himself up, managed his injuries, and used the delayed white light to heal.
In less than ten minutes, he was feeling a lot better.
While Kaida was dealing with the aftermath, James slipped into a car with his phone and called Byron to break the news about Bruce.
He laid it all out for Byron, from Bruce's identity as Sky Wolf to his last words about a child.
Once he was done, he hung up directly, without waiting for Byron's reaction. Clarence's urgent call came through.
James coughed, "Did you find Kaitlyn?"
"James, I recognized the boat and location from the photo right away. We've found Kaitlyn."
Clarence quickly reported, "We got there just in time. Aurelia didn't get a chance to harm her."
"She left just seconds before we arrived, or we would have caught her."
Hearing Kaitlyn was safe, James let out a sigh of relief. "Where is she?"
"Windy Pier." Clarence gave James the location. "Miss Smith isn't in any life-threatening danger, but she's injured and still unconscious. I'm having a doctor check her out."
James's face tightened. "I'm on my way."
He vividly remembered seeing Aurelia slam Kaitlyn against the railing, worried she might have suffered a serious head injury. He quickly changed clothes and headed to the pier.
During the drive, James thought about calling Mary but decided against it, wanting to see Kaitlyn's condition first.
In less than twenty minutes, James arrived at Windy Pier.
By now, the sky had darkened, but visibility was still decent. The streetlights were on, and the dozen or so boats on the river were brightly lit.
One yacht was particularly noisy. That was where Clarence and his team were.
James parked by the roadside, flashed his ID to a few of The Bennett's elite, and headed straight for the yacht in view.
As James navigated the obstacles to board the boat, he noticed a flash of white light, like a lens reflecting.
But there was no sense of danger.
James figured it was just the river lights reflecting and didn't think much of it. A few leaps later, he was on the deck.
"James, you're here?" Clarence greeted him, looking a bit anxious.
"There's been a change. We initially thought Miss Smith was just injured and unconscious, but after checking, we found she's been poisoned."
"And the poison is starting to take effect. Her face is turning black, and she's bleeding from the nose."
"It's not as aggressive as the toxins from Molly and her crew, but it's still pretty serious."
Clarence quickly filled James in, "I was about to give her a Toxiclear Elixir."
"Hold off on that!" James's heart tightened at the news of Kaitlyn's poisoning. He rushed over and crouched beside her.
The medical staff stepped aside, giving him space.
James checked Kaitlyn's pulse and realized she had been hit with the same toxin as Bruce and the others. He saw through Aurelia's plan—she wouldn't kill Kaitlyn outright but wanted to provoke him by poisoning her.
But for James, who could detoxify, it was a futile attempt.
He instinctively reached for his silver needles, only to remember he had changed into an agent's uniform, and the medical staff didn't have any needles on hand.
So, he used the last of his white light.
A wave of white light flowed into Kaitlyn, and she coughed, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
The darkness faded, the clotted blood dispersed, and her breathing steadied. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
James leaned in, "Kaitlyn, you okay?"
"James?" Kaitlyn was initially stunned, then overjoyed. "You're okay?!"
Her last memory was of James covered in blood.
"I'm fine," James chuckled softly, "And you're okay too!"
"James!" Kaitlyn couldn't help but throw her arms around him.
"James, I'm sorry. I was useless and almost got you killed."
Thinking about how her scream during James's fight with Marshall had distracted him, Kaitlyn felt deeply guilty.
"It's not your fault. The enemy plays dirty."
James felt a bit awkward with Kaitlyn hugging him so tightly, unsure whether to embrace her back or gently push her away.
"James, thank you." Kaitlyn held him even tighter, nuzzling her face against him.
James smiled, "I should be the one apologizing for dragging you into this."
Seeing the wound on James's shoulder, Kaitlyn couldn't resist leaning in to kiss it, ignoring the blood.
James felt a warm sensation and instinctively flinched.
Kaitlyn continued to gently caress him, "Does it still hurt?"
Clarence chuckled at the scene and led everyone off the yacht, standing guard on the shore.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. The bleeding's stopped. Alright, Kaitlyn, don't cry. It's windy here. Let's head back."
James inhaled her enticing scent, feeling the warmth of her body, especially the impact of her dress's slit, igniting a fire within him.
Kaitlyn wanted James to carry her off the boat, but knowing he was injured, she obediently got off him, still holding his hand tightly.
At that moment, James caught another flash of white light.
He instantly became alert. It was a high-powered telescope—Someone was watching them.
Aurelia was waiting for him to arrive!
James felt a chill run down his spine. The next second, he heard a sound.
"Get down!"
James shouted to Clarence and the others, then grabbed Kaitlyn and leaped off the boat.
Almost simultaneously, the expensive yacht exploded violently.
Flames, glass, and metal shards, along with the shockwave, erupted in all directions.
A shower of debris rained down indiscriminately.
Several of The Bennett's elite and medical staff couldn't dodge in time and were pierced by glass.
Blood flowed, and screams echoed.
Clarence and his team, lying on the ground, were also swept up by the blast, rolling uncontrollably for dozens of feet.
The riverfront was in chaos. Flames roared.
This was a chain of attacks!
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