Chapter 237 The Mysterious Assassin
Xavier dropped to his knees, and everyone lost their minds. Xavier was a mega-star, famous all over North Ryan, and pretty much every girl there had a thing for him.
And now, here he was, kneeling to Chloe. He had no choice; he didn't wanna end up dead.
On his knees, he begged, "Chloe, I messed up. Please, forgive me."
One of his die-hard fans wasn't having it. She stormed over, trying to help him up.
"Xavier, what the heck? Why are you kneeling to her? You're a superstar, my idol!"
"Chloe, what did you do to Xavier?" People started blaming Chloe.
Their hero was on his knees, and they were pissed.
Abigail was just as confused, looking at Chloe, who seemed to be the only one in the know.
Chloe glanced at Larry. Larry said he'd talk to Xavier, so why was Xavier now groveling?
"Babe?" She looked at Larry.
Larry shrugged, "Why are you looking at me? I got no clue."
Chloe quickly said, "Get up already."
"No way, not until you forgive me," Xavier was scared out of his mind. If Chloe didn't forgive him, he was sure Larry would toss him into the ocean to feed the fish.
"Fine, I forgive you."
Hearing that, Xavier lit up and quickly said, "Thanks, Chloe."
After apologizing, he got up and bolted, leaving everyone stunned and confused.
"Chloe, what just happened?" Abigail asked.
"Nothing," Chloe brushed it off. She just helped Abigail and walked away.
They soon got to Abigail's room. Abigail leaned back on her pillow.
"Chloe, I'm sorry I misunderstood you. Thanks to you and Larry. If it weren't for him, I might've been in real trouble today."
Chloe smiled, "We're friends. It's only right to help you."
"Help me clean up. I'm wiped out. Then I'll sleep, and we can deal with everything else tomorrow. After we set up a monument for Black Dragon, I'll call the cops."
What Orion did was way out of line. Abigail had to call the police. Orion needed to face the music.
Chloe helped Abigail take a bath. Afterward, she didn't leave.
"Chloe, can you get me a glass of warm water?" Abigail remembered Larry's advice.
"Sure thing."
After getting the water, she stayed in the room with Abigail.
Meanwhile, Visionary had been lurking outside Maple Grove Mansion for hours, from the afternoon till now.
He'd called Zenith earlier, asking him to send backup. The crew had arrived ages ago, but Visionary was biding his time, waiting for nightfall.
In a car, Visionary, with a bandage on his nose, checked the time; it was already 10 PM.
A look of pure hatred crossed his face.
"Larry, you're dead meat. Chloe, Abigail, you bitches, I'll make you suffer."
A henchman asked, "Visionary, it's 10 PM. When are we making a move?"
Visionary waved him off, "Chill, wait a bit longer. When they're all asleep, we'll strike. Everything ready?"
"Yeah, all set," the henchman said. "We got some special knockout gas. Just a whiff, and they're out cold."
Visionary let out a sinister laugh.
Back at Maple Grove Mansion.
Larry was lying in his hotel room, killing time with a game.
It was almost 10 PM, and Chloe hadn't come back yet. He figured she might crash in Abigail's room.
He quit the game, stretched with a yawn, and was about to hit the sack.
Right then, Larry felt a murderous vibe. He tensed up, crept to the window, and yanked the curtains open.
As he did, he caught a glimpse of a figure leaping off the second-floor balcony, bolting towards the back mountain.
Without hesitation, Larry opened the window, jumped onto the balcony, and then leaped down.
He hit the ground running, chasing after the figure.
Larry was quick, but the other person wasn't slow either.
He chased them all the way to the back mountain of Maple Grove Mansion. Ahead was the forest.
Larry slowed down, moving cautiously, eyes peeled for any movement.
The night wind rustled, lifting fallen leaves into the air.
"Who's there? Show yourself," Larry's voice echoed.
Suddenly, he looked up, and a silver needle shot out.
On a big tree about a hundred feet ahead, a masked figure in black stood.
The person dodged swiftly, moving like a monkey, climbing down the tree and landing on the ground.
Larry locked eyes with the masked figure, feeling a murderous aura he'd never encountered before.
Someone with that kind of vibe had definitely spilled blood.
"Who are you?" Larry asked, his voice cold and deep.
"I'm the one who's gonna end you," a raspy voice replied.
As soon as they spoke, the figure rushed forward. Their speed was insane, kicking up leaves as they moved.
They covered the distance in seconds, faster than any sprinter.
The assassin appeared in front of Larry, launching a fierce attack. The momentum was strong, the force immense.
Larry raised his hand, blocking the strike with a punch.
At the moment of impact, he felt a powerful force. His body bent slightly under the pressure.
His expression turned serious. This was the toughest assassin he'd faced.
Larry suddenly pushed back, forcing the assassin to retreat.
The assassin flipped in the air, landing smoothly. No sooner had they touched down than they charged again, launching another attack.
Larry counterattacked continuously, all the while observing his opponent.
The assassin was about five feet tall, slim build. Their arms were slender, gloved in some unusual material. Despite their long legs, they had explosive strength.
Larry figured the assassin was a woman. But her moves were strange, not following any conventional patterns, each attack deadly.
'An assassin,' Larry thought.
In the small forest, they kept exchanging blows.
Larry threw a punch. The opponent moved like a snake, quickly climbing up a tree.
His punch hit the tree, leaving a fist-sized hole in the trunk.
Larry pulled his hand back. Just then, he heard a sound from above.
He quickly raised his hand to block. He blocked one punch but couldn't stop the second. He took a hit to the shoulder.
His body tilted, and he fell to the ground. Before he could get up, a sharp dagger came at him.
'What a strong assassin,' Larry thought, shocked.
He sprang up like a coil, narrowly dodging the slash. While airborne, he twisted his body and delivered a powerful kick aimed at the assassin's head.
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