PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS
Chapter 1795: Take down the third one

Chapter 1795: Take down the third one

BANG!

The man froze at the sound of gunfire from behind him. He looked back, his eyes landing on another man who stood a few paces away from the first. This second man stopped the first one from shooting Mint in the head. His gun was raised, smoke rising from the muzzle of his rifle as he had fired into the sky.

The second guy huffed and lowered his gun, marching toward Mint and his "comrade."

"What are you doing?" the second guy asked, his eyes lowering to Mint. "We do not kill in this land."

The first person looked at the man flatly, emotionlessly. "She killed our men."

"Your men, not mine," the other guy responded, pushing him by the chest before bending down to pick up Mint. "I’m taking her back to the mansion."

With that, he tossed Mint over his broad shoulder like a sack, then faced the first guy.

"Tell your people we already got her," he said before walking away down the empty road, waiting on the side until he caught a vehicle’s lights approaching.

The first guy clicked his tongue and just watched the man go before he huffed and reached for his pocket. Once he took out a small device, he spoke into it.

"Go back. We found her."

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Three trucks came to pick up where Mint was tranquilized, gathering everyone who had been searching the field for her. The situation wouldn’t normally bring a happy atmosphere, considering the state of the very island they were standing on.

However, even when they regrouped, the air in the group of men was tense. It wasn’t the type of tension one would have from having a casualty. More like a tension between two different groups thrown into one, now forced to work together.

Only a few words were spoken between the men, even after they had ridden their trucks and driven back to the mansion.

In one of the trucks...

"You should’ve killed her," one man hissed, referring to the one who had the chance to end Mint once and for all. "That bitch is a headache."

"She killed Bud," another man uttered with displeasure. "Might as well gutted her."

More comments as such were heard at the back of the truck, where all these men were seated. All of them were eyeing the guy who already had Mint but still let go of the chance.

The man, who tranquilized her, just looked at them but said nothing. Instead of dwelling on their comments, he looked back at the other truck driving right next to theirs.

**

Meanwhile, in the other truck, they looked at the guys near them before exchanging looks with each other.

"Someone’s not happy," one man muttered sarcastically, smirking. "Easier to end them all right now."

"They got a few of our brothers," another person spoke quietly. "If those pussies don’t come back — at least, if most of them don’t — they’ll burn our people alive."

"I don’t know what the Madam is thinking," a third person said grimly. "How could she — damn it."

"Trust the Madam," the person who had stopped Mint’s execution spoke. His voice was low, but clear.

Everyone turned in his direction, staring at him.

"If the person who got our brother is the next head of the Order, then... we know what kind of person we’d be bowing our heads to," he continued solemnly, noticing how everyone frowned at the thought.

Although they were working together, these groups weren’t allied. If anything, they would kill each other if the chance presented itself.

Why?

Because these groups were from the Secret Order and the Zorken Family — or rather, the latter were no longer just the Zorken Family, but the criminal organization Nathalie had established. Unlike the Secret Order, which followed protocol and code, those from Nathalie’s organization were nothing but rogues given guns.

Nathalie, after all, had intruded on the island quietly before taking people hostage. She did it discreetly until she marched to the island and claimed the territory while using the Order’s people as hostages. Hence, those who were on the island at the time agreed to her conditions — all to keep their friends, families, and loved ones alive.

That woman, after all, was rotten to the core.

However, that didn’t mean they would just listen to her mindlessly. They simply couldn’t approach the matter recklessly, especially when their priority was the safety of others.

"Tch." Another man from the Shadow Order clicked his tongue and glared at the other trucks. "I’m gonna kill her."

"If you do that, then why are we even clenching our teeth while listening to her?" the other argued. "I’m angry, and I would love to do the honor. But a woman like her would’ve surely thought that we could kill her. She’s not going to do all this without making sure all of us die alongside her."

Another moment of silence fell in their truck before someone hissed.

"Fuck," the person scoffed, balling his hands into tight fists. "We hate her, but we can’t kill her."

That was Nathalie Zorken for you. Truly an evil incarnate without a soul. Just a monster in this world who no longer had any humanity left in her.

As they quietly seethed in anger, the guy who had saved Mint from getting killed gazed at her. She was placed in the corner, sandwiched between the back of the truck’s cab and another guy. She was still unconscious, which was not surprising since the tranquilizers used were the same ones used on the people Nathalie had taken hostage.

It was a drug that could knock out even an elephant for a day.

"Give this to her," the man said, taking out a syringe very discreetly.

Everyone turned to him, their eyes on his hand, then back at him.

"Are you crazy?" one man hissed quietly. "We already stopped that woman’s men from killing her. If we just leave this woman behind, one of their hostages is going to die."

"He’s right," another one added. "Besides, that drug won’t be enough to wake her up. We already tried."

"I know, but I am hoping it’ll lessen the effect," the first man (who saved Mint) whispered. "The only thing that stops us from taking down Nathalie Zorken is her hostages. However, if Nathalie throws this woman in there and she regains consciousness early, we might get a chance if she plays her cards right."

Another wave of silence fell on their shoulders, with a few of them discreetly checking the other trucks.

The man talking looked at everyone’s faces. "You’ve seen how this island has become. If not now, I don’t think we’ll ever get the chance."

Because right now, other forces want to take down Nathalie. It was their best chance while Nathalie’s forces were split.

All men looked at each other in complete silence before they started nodding.

Little did they know, in the other truck, they had just received an order from the Mansion, telling them,

"I only need two trucks back here. Take down the third one."