Chapter 826
Chapter 826:
When Leon had left Zhota for Esaham, he had called her, speaking of a benefactor he had met—someone who had paved the way for him to acquire Zero Degree and rise to his current status. At the time, she had not bothered to ask who this benefactor was. But now, with everything falling into place like puzzle pieces she had overlooked, the answer stood clear as day.
Leon remained silent for a moment before replying, “And you never told me that your new boyfriend was him.”
He only knew that Fernanda had broken off her engagement with Bobby. Later, through Clement, he heard she had a new man in her life. Fernanda had once mentioned that she would introduce him to Leon, but that meeting never took place. He had assumed her new boyfriend must be exceptional, but never in his wildest thoughts did he imagine it would be Cristian.
Their gazes locked for a few lingering seconds, each weighing the unspoken words. Then, as if by some unspoken cue, they turned away at the same time, choosing to let the matter slip into the abyss of silence.
“Fernanda, why did you want us here?” Leon asked, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the alley ahead.
“To find someone,” Fernanda answered, her words crisp and to the point.
Eastvale Alley sprawled in a remote pocket of Zenithium, its land worn with age. Makeshift houses stood like forgotten relics, their frames weathered, their presence transient.
Guided by the address, Fernanda stopped outside a courtyard. Inside stood a three-story structure, a house built more out of necessity than permanence. It was no palace—merely a temporary stronghold.
Raising a hand, she knocked on the door. No answer.
“Leon,” she said, her voice unwavering, “break it.”
Without hesitation, Leon signaled to the men behind him. One of them stepped forward and, with a single powerful kick, sent the door crashing open.
𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Leon had brought more than thirty men, all of them built like warhorses, their presence exuding both strength and silent menace.
As they stormed into the courtyard, figures emerged from the shadows, their wary eyes flickering with unease. The moment realization dawned, survival instincts kicked in—like startled prey sensing the hunter’s snare, they scattered in every direction.
“Leon, round them up!” Fernanda’s voice cracked like a whip, urgency lacing her command. “Not a single one gets away!”
Leon’s team charged into the house, their boots thudding against the stairs as they spread through each room.
The interior was unexpectedly ordinary. A group of men casually engaged in a poker game sat amid a cloud of cigarette smoke, while a couple more fumbled in the kitchen, oblivious to the imminent chaos. As soon as the residents spotted the intruders, they frantically reached for hidden weapons beneath beds and within cupboards, clashing violently with Leon’s crew.
A harsh clatter of weapons striking each other resounded as the disturbance unfolded.
Leon quickly positioned himself between Fernanda and the turmoil, acting as her protector.
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