Chapter 395: Chapter 395

Chapter 395:

Rhys’ eyes sparkled with sardonic amusement.

As he had suspected, Dark Night was merely a facade, as threatening as a sheep masquerading as a wolf. This was no fortified rainforest base. Instead, it was a feeble attempt to throw off their pursuers, marked by a lone, makeshift wooden hut. In the grand scheme of the underworld, this site was so insignificant that even a small, audacious gang could infiltrate it without a challenge.

Rhys surveyed the area, his gaze sharp.

He counted roughly a dozen assassins lurking around, a subtle glint of ice forming in his eyes. Suddenly, his face hardened, alert to the new presence. The rustling of leaves grew louder around them. Rhys gave a firm pat on Amory’s shoulder, and the two of them sprang into action, swiftly ascending the scattered stones and tree roots to conceal themselves within the dense, surrounding foliage.

Their intruder was a Uwhor grizzly bear, enormous, fiercely aggressive, and capable of crushing a human skull with a mere swipe of its paw. This particular bear, though formidable, was still relatively young, tipping the scales at around 500 kilograms—an adolescent by grizzly standards.

At the edge of the cabin area, the Dark Night members scattered in terror upon seeing a grizzly bear lumbering out of the rainforest, an anomaly, as these beasts were not known to dwell in such areas.

Merely an hour later, the group had sustained severe losses. Only the swiftest among them succeeded in scaling the massive, ancient trees, barely escaping the bear’s furious charge. The less fortunate, who sprinted in all directions, were brutally hurled through the air, landing broken and bloodied or crushed under the beast’s overwhelming force before they could even reach for their guns.

From their precarious branches above, some tried desperately to fend off the bear by firing bullets, which only provoked it to greater violence. With one monstrous swipe, the bear knocked the tree violently, causing them to plummet helplessly to the ground.

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This grizzly was a behemoth, its thick, seemingly bulletproof hide shrugging off their attacks with ease.

Rhys, his brow furrowed in concentration, took in the scene. It dawned on him that these floundering members were mere distractions, while the true leader of the Dark Night was undoubtedly nestled comfortably in a sleek skyscraper, casually sipping vintage wine.

Sharing a glance with Amory, Rhys communicated through fluid sign language.

“Can you lure the bear away, even for just a moment?”

Amory shot back with a casual wave of his hand.

“Of course I can. This isn’t my first experience with this. I’ve done it a dozen times.”

Nodding with approval, Rhys gestured.

“Excellent. While you distract it, I’ll whisk our only survivor to the safety of the dense reeds.

Circle back to me after one minute.”

Nearby, the last survivor of the Dark Night lay sprawled on the leaf-littered ground, his life hanging by a thread, dangerously close to the bear’s lethal reach.

At any second, the deadly weight of a paw could snuff his life out like a candle in the wind. Out of nowhere, a mysterious flute melody drifted through the air. The bear, poised to trample the survivor, hesitated, its ears perking up as it dashed toward the sound. The survivor, known as Jett Swain, exhaled deeply, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.

However, just as a sense of relief began to settle over him, a firm grasp tugged at his collar, plunging him back into a state of dread. Jett’s sight grew fuzzy.

He could only discern the vague outline of a man.

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