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*Devil's lane*
*A deserted road between Green city and Grove city*
" Today, I, Erada will take my revenge on the Kingston family"
There was a grim look on the girl's face as she made a solemn vow, lurking behind the bushes were three of her men as they waited in silence for the arrival of the car.
Beneath the mask, the girl's face was unreadable, there was no hint of apprehension on her face, today, the eldest miss of the Kingston family would surely fall into her hands.
There was a reason why the road was called devil's lane, although it was the only route leading to Grove city, it was a path where most people would not dare take, anyone dumb enough to do so would end up in the hands of robbers and several assassin's lurking behind the shadows, it was said to be the camp of the most notorious mercenary group in Green city, 'The undead'
Rumors had it that the leader of the group, Daera was a young lady that never smiled and could kill anyone just for staring at her, no one had seen Daera's face, she always wore a golden mask and many speculated that the reason was because she had a terrifying scar on her face, some said she was a monster who couldn't reveal her face to the world.
There was a slight rustling of feet as the black Audi came into view, the fish had finally taken the bait, they had placed a lot of traps on the road and there was no way the car's tyres wouldn't get deflated, the car would stop and it would be the perfect time to ambush them.
Erada didn't expect the car to stop even before reaching the nails, the group of four exchanged puzzled glances , what the hell was going on?
Suddenly the door of the car was slammed open and a man and a woman pushed a beautiful young lady out of the car, pointing a gun to her head.
What was going on here, why was the driver and her assistant trying to kill her , there was a dumbfounded look on the young lady's face as she trembled incessantly.
" Mm.ark L.lily w.. what's going on" she couldn't believe that the driver and assistant she had trusted for so many years would pull such a move on her.
" What's going on? Seriously!" Lily mocked
" eldest miss, it's time for you to die, do you think I've always loved staying by your side all these years, I've always wanted you dead and today we can finally kill you and blame your death on the undead"
" If there's anyone to blame, blame it on your own stupidity for blindly coming with us to devil's lane"
The young lady continued to shake her head incessantly, she couldn't quite bring herself to accept the situation.
" I c.can't believe this nn.no. it has to be a joke"
" It doesn't matter if you believe it, you're bound to die anyway"
Mark snorted, his hands tightened on the trigger when a gunshot pierced the air.
Thud!
Instead of the eldest miss, Mark fell to the ground with his mouth wide open in disbelief, as blood trickled from his chest.
" Mark!" Lily shrieked, as she looked all around trying to detect the source of the gunshot, she paled in fright as four masked figures burst out of the bushes, her legs turned into jelly at the sight of thier grey robes but what frightened her the most was the young lady in the front with the golden mask, Daera, this was.. this was the undead!.
The young lady had turned as stiff as a statue, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was almost killed by her driver and now she had gotten into the hands of the undead, she didn't know which was worse, at least if she was killed by her driver, she would have a quick and merciful death but these mercenaries might torture her until she dies.
" How dare you try to kill someone and frame it on the undead"
one of the men snorted, his chilling voice made Lily lose her hold on the gun.
She dropped to the ground with a thud, it was pointless to point a gun at the undead, there were always dressed in a bulletproof armor, guns couldn't harm them and in terms of martial strength they were unrivalled.
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