The elegant woman remained calm, utterly unfazed even with a gun pointed at her chest. The young man beside her, however, was paralyzed with fear, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face as he whimpered incoherently.
The gunman didn’t fire immediately. Instead, he shifted his aim toward Kayden and sneered, “Kid, I already gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Since you’ve decided to stay, you can die with her. Consider it your fate to accompany her to the afterlife.”
Just as he was about to pull the trigger-
Swish!
In a flash, the hand gripping the gun was severed cleanly, the entire hand dropping to the floor along with the weapon.
Before the man could react, a dark figure dashed forward. In a flurry of swift, precise slashes, six men collapsed onto the floor of the train car, blood pouring from their chests.
The six men hadn’t even had a chance to fight back. They served no purpose other than as lifeless props, falling like dominoes the moment they arrived.
The gunman, stunned by the scene before him, stared dumbfounded at Wood Faulkner. “Y-you… who are you?” he stammered.
“Point a gun at Mr. Scott, and you die.”
Her voice was cold, piercing to the bone, sending a chill through his entire body. As soon as those words fell, Wood Faulkner’s blades struck again. With precision and speed, the twin knives plunged into the man’s chest repeatedly.
In mere minutes, all seven men lay dead.
The last man, still alive but barely, glared at Wood Faulkner in defiance. “I’m… I’m…”
“It doesn’t matter who you are. Your mistake was pointing a gun at Mr. Scott. Learn your lesson in the next life.”
With that, Wood Faulkner sheathed her blades and returned to her seat, her face as cold and expressionless as ever.
The mother and son stared in shock, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. They had never imagined that such a stunningly beautiful woman could kill so efficiently, so decisively.
The young man, utterly dumbfounded, couldn’t take his eyes off the woman sitting across from him. Her commanding presence, swift actions, and unmatched beauty captivated him. She was like a goddess from a dream, breathtaking and unyielding.
The elegant woman finally snapped out of her stupor. Standing up, she bowed deeply to Wood Faulkner. “Miss, thank you for saving our lives.”
Wood Faulkner glanced at her coldly. “I didn’t save you. I just don’t like anyone pointing a gun at Mr. Scott. If that man had killed you outright, I wouldn’t have lifted a finger.”
Without another word, Wood Faulkner turned her gaze back to the window, her expression icy.
The elegant woman didn’t seem to mind the harsh response. She smiled gracefully and said, “Regardless, I still must thank you. If it weren’t for you, my son and I would already be dead.”
She sat back down, her smile unwavering. Her attention then shifted to Kayden.
Her curiosity deepened. She had initially assumed the two were romantically involved, but now she realized the woman was his bodyguard. Having a bodyguard like her? That was extraordinary.
“Mr. Scott, thank you for saving us,” the woman said, addressing Kayden.
Kayden, his tone calm and indifferent, replied, “Didn’t Wood Faulkner just say she didn’t save you? Why thank me?”
“One thing has nothing to do with the other,” the woman said firmly. “I should still thank you. Those men have been chasing me for a long time. They killed everyone who was protecting me. If it weren’t for your subordinate’s intervention, we’d be dead by now.”
“Regardless, thank you,” she concluded with sincerity.
Kayden said nothing more, merely casting her a brief glance before falling silent.
“By the way, you mentioned something about a cultivator auction earlier. What’s that about?” Kayden asked.
The elegant woman explained, “The Rocco family has invited a group of renowned cultivators to participate in an auction. Recently, the Rocco family acquired some rare treasures that are highly beneficial for cultivators.”
“If you’re a cultivator yourself, you might want to attend. You might find something you need.”
Kayden pondered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright. We’ll see.”
“Where are you from, sir?” the woman asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
While the woman engaged Kayden in conversation, her son couldn’t take his eyes off Wood Faulkner.
For a young man like him, Wood Faulkner was his dream woman-beautiful, skilled, confident, and radiant. She was perfect in every way.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, finally gathering the courage to speak to her. “Can I have your number? When we get to Western Frontier, I’ll treat you to the best food and take you to all the fun places.”
He held his phone out toward her expectantly.
Wood Faulkner shot him a deadly glare, her expression colder than ice. She said nothing.
The young man awkwardly retracted his phone. Undeterred, he tried again. “How much is that guy paying you? Why did you agree to be his bodyguard? Can you tell me how much he’s offering?”
It was obvious to him that this stunning woman must be Kayden’s bodyguard.
This time, Wood Faulkner broke her silence. “I’m not Mr. Scott’s bodyguard. I’m his subordinate.”
“Oh, even subordinates get paid, right? Whatever he’s giving you, I’ll pay you ten times more. Come work for me,” the young man whispered, leaning closer as if he were sharing a secret.
He was clearly trying to poach her, albeit discreetly.
Wood Faulkner’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t respond, only giving him a cold, dismissive glance.
The young man, emboldened by her silence, continued, “Do you know how amazing it would be to have someone like you by my side? You deserve to shine, to be celebrated. Following that guy will only diminish your presence. Look at him. He’s ordinary, skinny, and weak. He can’t give you the life you want. Come with me, beautiful.”
Shing!
Before he could utter another word, Wood Faulkner had drawn her dagger and pressed it against his throat in one fluid motion.
The sudden movement startled both the elegant woman and Kayden.
Wood Faulkner’s voice was icy. “If you say one more word disrespecting Mr. Scott, I’ll kill you right here. Do you believe me?”
The blade was already cutting into his skin, drawing blood.
“N-no, I… I was just joking! Just joking!” The young man’s bravado crumbled instantly, his face pale with fear.
“Miss, I apologize for my son’s behavior,” the elegant woman interjected quickly, her tone apologetic but composed.
Wood Faulkner was about to respond when Kayden’s calm voice cut through the tension.
“That’s enough,” Kayden said. “He’s just a kid. Why waste your time?”
Wood Faulkner hesitated for a moment before lowering her blade.
“Yes, Mr. Scott,” she said, stepping back.