“I’ll take you to Mount Lotus.”
When Areli came out of the restroom, Darnell didn’t let her go home immediately but pulled her into the car.
“There’s a meteor shower tonight. Let’s go watch it together.”
Darnell stepped on the gas and drove towards the outskirts, giving both himself and Areli a chance. He didn’t want to kill them in the bustling streets, which would attract the attention of Westergold police or security forces.
“Is there really a meteor shower tonight?” Areli sat in the passenger seat, looking puzzled. “Why didn’t I hear about it in the weather forecast?”
“Even if there is, I’m not going. I have work to do. There’s a pile of work waiting for me to attend to,” she said coldly.
Darnell chuckled, “The weather forecast just announced it. There’s a ten-minute meteor shower coming up. You can make wishes then.”
“As for work, why rush? A meteor shower is a rare sight.”
Areli frowned and asked again, “Is there really a meteor shower?”
“What good would it do me to lie?” Darnell rolled his eyes at her. “Do you think I’d trick you into going up the mountain just to make love in the car?”
Areli took out a pair of scissors from the drawer and snipped them twice. “Touch me and I’ll make you pay,” she said, placing the scissors in her hand and closing her beautiful eyes. “I’ll take a nap. Wake me when we get to the mountain, and don’t try anything funny, or I’ll cut you.”
“With you holding those scissors, how dare I touch you? Rest well. I promise not to bother you,” Darnell laughed heartily, reassuring her as he drove towards Mount Lotus.
From the rearview mirror, he clearly saw a Toyota and a Volkswagen tailing him closely. The Volkswagen had two youths, while the Toyota was driven by a man in gray clothes. They were blatantly following him without any attempt at concealment.
This confirmed Darnell’s suspicion that they were no longer just monitoring Areli but planning to make a move. A top-tier warrior was involved, likely targeting Utopia.
Darnell frowned slightly, wondering why Wendy hadn’t warned him.
However, there was no time for further thoughts. Protecting Areli was paramount now. Thinking about the imminent danger brought a smile to Darnell’s lips.
Five or six minutes later, they reached an intersection, and Darnell turned towards Mount Velocity instead of Mount Lotus. Though only five kilometers apart, Mount Velocity was wilder and more desolate compared to Mount Lotus.
When they arrived at Mount Velocity’s entrance, there were hardly any people or cars around, only a few streetlights casting pale light.
Darnell timed it perfectly and pressed his fingers gently on Areli’s neck. She let out a muffled sound and passed out.
He covered her with a blanket and glanced behind him with a cold smile before slowing down as he headed towards the mountain tops.
Seeing Darnell slow down in this remote area without surveillance cameras, the white Volkswagen sped up from his left side and blocked his path ten meters ahead. The Toyota also roared up from behind, sandwiching Darnell’s car in between.
At that moment, Darnell’s car suddenly shot forward like a bullet, crashing into the white Volkswagen. The Volkswagen flipped over and landed upside down against the mountain road railing.
Darnell didn’t waste any time and rammed into one of its tires again with his car’s front end.
The two men who were about to climb out screamed as they tumbled down the mountain road.
Without looking back, Darnell yanked the steering wheel and continued towards the mountain top.
The Toyota driver was furious but kept chasing him relentlessly until both cars reached the summit.
As soon as Darnell parked and got out of his car, the Toyota screeched to a halt behind him. A middle-aged man in gray clothes emerged from it with an arrogant demeanor and murderous aura.
“Hand over the woman and jump off this mountain,” he demanded coldly at Darnell. “If you survive, consider yourself lucky.”
“I don’t want to risk my life. I want to live well,” Darnell replied calmly while biting into a carrot he had taken from his pocket. “I still have many women to woo, money to spend, and scum to kill.”
“Not wanting to die doesn’t mean you won’t die,” Aryan Veale sneered arrogantly. “It will take me at most two moves to end your life.”
“Are you here for Utopia?” Darnell asked as he noticed Aryan clenching his fists.
Aryan’s eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of coldness. “You know quite a bit. Are you someone who was sent by the Matson family to protect Areli Fanshaw?”
“You only need to know that you’re going to die here,” Darnell said nonchalantly as he spat out some carrot bits. “I don’t like killing people, but for you guys, I don’t mind going on a killing spree.”
Aryan’s smile turned vicious. “Do you hate us that much?”
“I don’t care who you are. If you come at me one hundred times, I’ll kill one hundred times,” Darnell replied coldly.
At that moment, the man in gray spoke coldly, “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, yet you don’t even recognize me. I’m Aryan Veale from Baycliff.”
“Aryan? You’re not well-known enough.”
Darnell savored the sweetness of the carrot. “I wouldn’t know a nobody like you. As for Molly Yellen from Baycliff, I do know her.”
Aryan’s eyes turned cold. “You know Molly?”
She was a gem of Baycliff, skilled in the arts of chess, music, calligraphy, and painting, gentle and elegant, and the dream lover of many Baycliff youths, including Aryan.
Darnell’s smile was quite brilliant. “Yes, and I’ve slept with her.”
Aryan’s expression became even colder as he drew out a sword. “You will die today,” he declared menacingly.
The sword gleamed under the car lights as if a beast showing its fangs, ready to devour its prey.
Aryan’s eyes turned red with killing intent as he assumed an aggressive stance like an armed porcupine ready for battle.
“I can crush you like a bug,” Aryan said with confidence, befitting his top-tier status.
Darnell remained unfazed as he leisurely finished his carrot without even glancing at Aryan.
“Die!” Aryan shouted as he lunged at Darnell with nine swift slashes aimed at cutting him into pieces.
In an instant, Aryan fell backward with a small red bayonet lodged in his throat. No blood spilled out.
Aryan didn’t see when the bayonet was thrust into his throat, but he could guess it was at the very moment when his sword was just swung out. Before he could fully exert his strength, the bayonet had already shot into his throat, dissipating his attack.
What a swift blade!
The car lights were dazzling. Aryan’s eyes protruded in anger. He struggled to pull out the red bayonet to take a look. He didn’t want to die with regret.
However, with this one look, his eyes were filled with even more disbelief. “Killing without blood. This is… Bloodlust!”
He collapsed with a thud, dying with even more regret.