You're Out Daddy

Chapter 497

Meanwhile, the sound of breaking glass from the balcony shattered the tranquility of the night.

Kenneth looked down at the shattered mug on the ground, and his gaze turned ominous.

He bent down to pick it up but pricked his hand almost immediately. Blood soon began to flow from his

cut.

Kenneth's eyes narrowed as he watched his blood drip. The uneasy feeling in his heart was growing

heavier by the minute. He held the shard in his hand and clenched it, turning the drip into a stream.

Dave entered at that moment.

“Look outside, Kenneth.” Right after he spoke, he frowned as he noticed the blood on the other's hand.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” Kenneth stood up. He grabbed a piece of tissue and held it in his hand before asking, “What

is it?”

Dave signaled him to look outside.

Kenneth turned and gazed down to see a convoy of large cars passing by the entrance.

His eyes narrowed. “What is this?”

Dave placed both hands on the balcony. “I asked around,” he announced, a smirk forming on the

corner of his lips. “They said it's Anonymous supplying materials to those coming to kill Boss in the

uninhabited zone.”

Kenneth watched the cars pass as his gaze darkened.

“Look at their service,” Dave teased. “How thoughtful.”

Kenneth turned around. “Why, are you jealous?”

“Especially so,” Dave emphasized.

Kenneth considered for a moment before nodding. “I'm jealous too.”

Dave was rendered speechless.

Kenneth is still the most shameless one out of all of us.

Dave watched the vehicles passing below. “Don't you think that Anonymous' style of doing things is

similar to yours?”

“Similar in what way?”

“Being arrogant and shameless.”

It was Kenneth's turn to be rendered speechless.

“Are you worried about her?” Dave asked when Kenneth did not respond.

In response, Kenneth gazed into the distance. “I've been feeling uneasy the whole day.”

Dave said comfortingly, “Vermillion Base is a wolf's den, so it's normal to feel uneasy. Everything will be

fine after tomorrow.”

Kenneth clenched his fists without taking his eyes off the distant horizon. “I hope so.”

When Boss rushed to Vermillion Base upon receiving the news, he was greeted by bodies littering the

floor when he walked through the door.

Natasha was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. Her clothes were torn, and her body and

face were covered with blood and injuries.

Several men stood not far away and were watching her as if looking at a demon. They appeared

hesitant and did not dare move forward.

Boss then scanned around him. The blood all over the ground made it look like he was in hell.

At last, his gaze fell onto Natasha. Despite thousands of scenarios running through his head on his way

there, he never imagined such a sight.

The woman looked disoriented and did not seem interested in the people around her as long as she

was left alone. He did not expect her to be that vicious.

At the same time, a glint of joy flashed across his eyes.

Boss arrived before Natasha. “How are you? Are you all right?”

Natasha's gaze remained fixed ahead. Her eyes were red as though her soul had left her body. She did

not move.

Boss reached out a hand and was about to call her when Natasha suddenly regained her senses and

reached out to strike him. Fortunately, his reflexes were quick enough, which enabled him to dodge

backward. At that instant, he saw the silver needle in Natasha's hand.

His eyes narrowed.

Has she been able to survive thus far with just a silver needle?

Boss caught her as she was about to strike again. “It's me!”

Natasha did not seem to recognize him. Her strike was fast and accurate as if to land a coup de grâce.

“It's me, Natasha,” Boss repeated as he looked at her.

Natasha.

Her eyes narrowed at the sound of her name. It was then that she snapped back to her senses

Boss hastened to comfort her. “It's me, Natasha. It's me.”

Natasha smiled coldly when she got a good look at the person before her. “It's you.”

Boss gazed at her in concern. “How are you?”

“What do you think?” Natasha retorted.

“I'm taking you away,” Boss declared.

“Don't touch me!” Natasha burst out at the sight of his extended hand.

Boss' hand froze in midair. However, he quickly raised both hands in a gesture of surrender at the

hostility emanating from her. “All right. I won't touch you.”

Natasha then turned to look at the men standing not far away. “Who else...” she muttered, as though

attending to unfinished business.

Boss reached out the next second and struck Natasha on the back of her neck with the side of his

hand, knocking her out instantly.

He reached out to catch her as she fell. After gazing at her for a moment, he walked toward the door

with her in his arms.

The man standing guard frowned. “Boss...”

“Stand aside.”

“You're placing us in a difficult spot with General Will if you do this.”

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“You can put all the blame on me.” At that, Boss forced his way through them with Natasha in his arms.

After taking two steps, he came face to face with Will.

Boss' footsteps froze when he saw the person before him.

“General Will.”

Will scanned Boss and the person in his arms. “I heard you've returned to the base, Boss, so I made a

special trip to see you. Is there a problem in leaving her here?”

Boss looked at Will. His yellow pupils glinted inscrutably. “We're going to trade with J tomorrow,

General Will, and we wouldn't be able to get a dime if something happens to her.”

Will's eyes narrowed at those words. “Don't you threaten me with that!”

“We lose nothing in refraining from torturing a woman, General Will,” said Boss, “but you can't do the

things you want to do if we don't get this sum of money.”

Will's eyes narrowed.

“Besides,” Boss added, “you should take a look inside. You failed to achieve your purpose.”

At that moment, somebody came running from the inside to whisper something in Will's ear. His

muscular frame shuddered upon hearing it before he strode inside promptly.

Without another word, Boss left with Natasha in his arms after Will entered the room.

Will saw blood flowing out as soon as he stepped through the door of the southern camp.

He glanced down at it before striding inside and found bodies scattered all over the floor in disarray.

The floor, slick with blood, looked like hell on a large and harrowing scale.

Will's eyes widened at the sight. He clenched his fists in anger. “How did it turn out this way? What the

hell happened?”

One of the survivors stepped forward. “That woman is the devil, General Will. She's the devil

incarnate!”

Will glared at them with disgust in his eyes. “You're all useless for being unable to handle a woman!”

He took out his pistol, and the remaining few fell to the ground with several bangs.

A smile appeared on Will's lips as he took in the scene.

Theodore's daughter is brave indeed.

He reached out to catch her as she fell. After gazing at her for a moment, he walked toward the door

with her in his arms.