Chapter 41: Are All Your Desert Women This Fierce?
Dehya (satisfied): Of course!
Under the setting sun, blood blooms like silent flowers.
The fallen man, even in his final moments, couldn't comprehend that the knife that killed him came from behind.
"Jeht! You"
"Aah!"
"You're crazy! Why…"
"You how dare you"
Ye Xi froze in place, sword in hand, and thought to himself: "What?"
What is happening?
The woman named Jeht had just killed her own comrade in one swift move! Her technique was flawless and precise, without any hesitation. Each strike was delivered without waste, and, even after dispatching everyone, not a single drop of blood stained her.
Ye Xi, still holding his sword, was dumbfounded.
*[Trying to stay calm]*
Ye Xi tried to assess the situation, but he realized he had too little information to reach any solid conclusions. He could only watch as Jeht swiftly dealt with several mercenaries from the Gilded Brigade. Bright red blood splattered, painting the yard's ground.
Dunyarzad's face turned pale as she hid behind Ye Xi, unable to keep her eyes open.
Meanwhile, Dehya had already claimed victory on her end, having knocked Hamzah to the ground with one punch. She was about to deliver a finishing blow when she hesitated.
"Stop!"
"That scumbag is mine!"
Hearing this, Dehya halted. Dealing with Hamzah was easy and didn't require her full attention, so she was also aware of Ye Xi's situation. She was just as surprised to see Jeht turn against her own team.
"What's going on here?" Dehya moved closer to Ye Xi, looking around cautiously, and couldn't help but ask.
However, Ye Xi was equally puzzled.
Interesting.
Ye Xi felt like he could sit back with some snacks and enjoy the unfolding drama.
"Jeht, what do you mean by this?"
Hamzah was panicking. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Why had Jeht suddenly turned against him?
Could it be…
A dark thought crossed Hamzah's mind.
"Stand up, Hamzah." Jeht looked down at Hamzah, who was sprawled on the ground, her eyes cold.
"It seems you've figured it out… miserable traitor."
"How dare you betray your own comrades!" Hamzah scrambled to his feet, backing toward the wall, hoping to escape. He knew he couldn't win against both Dehya and Jeht. If his subordinates hadn't died, he might've stood a chance, but Jeht had just taken them out herself!
He had only one thought now: Run.
"Betray my comrades?" Jeht clenched her fists, her voice filled with rage. "Did you think of comradeship when you murdered my parents?"
"Ah, so there's a backstory here." Dehya clenched her fist and pointed at Hamzah. "If you're planning to escape, I suggest you rethink it."
Hearing this, Hamzah broke into a sweat, realizing escape was now impossible.
Ye Xi also began to understand. Jeht's parents had likely been killed by Hamzah, and she had concealed her desire for revenge until now.
"Hamzah, if Mishal wasn't suspicious of me and hiding out at headquarters, I would've killed you all long ago," Jeht said, advancing toward Hamzah, her gaze unwavering. "Fate doesn't seem to allow that, so I'll settle for taking care of you."
"Wait, Jeht!" Hamzah stammered, desperate. "It's not what you think! I'm innocent! This was all Mishal's order!"
He pleaded, "You know how it is! I have dirt on him! He had me in a bind!"
"Your father was the same! He had a record too!"
Dehya, observing the scene, raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued.
"Dehya, what's this record?" Dunyarzad asked, sensing Dehya's familiarity with the desert and the Gilded Brigade.
Dehya shook her head. "No idea. My father was also part of the Legacy of the God King and committed many horrible acts. That's why I left. But this record is news to me."
Dehya's father, leader of the Achmar's Beard mercenary group under the Legacy of the God King, was the one who raised her, but his twisted pride in their actions disgusted her, and she eventually left.
As Dehya and Dunyarzad whispered, Jeht's patience was wearing thin.
"Enough! Save your excuses," she said coldly. "Anyone with a record of betrayal deserves what's coming to them!"
She raised her weapons, facing Hamzah. "You claimed you wanted to defeat me? Fine, I'm holding you to that promise."
"If I lose, I'll do whatever you want. But if you lose, don't expect mercy!"
Without waiting for a response, Jeht lunged forward, her blade flashing. Hamzah, knowing he was no match for Jeht, advanced regardless, aware that to stay or retreat meant death.
In a single movement, her blade severed Hamzah's arm. He screamed, writhing in pain.
"Stop, Jeht! I was wrong!"
"It's my fault! Let me go!"
Jeht ignored his pleas, striking with her dual blades with expert precision. Every cut was agonizing yet carefully measured not fatal, but torturous. Blood splattered as Hamzah's screams filled the air.
Seeing this, Ye Xi turned to Dehya and asked, "Are all desert women this fierce?"
Dehya crossed her arms proudly. "Of course! We are daughters of the desert—courage and ferocity are in our blood! A daughter of the desert must be fearless!"
Ye Xi sighed. It seemed Dehya was rather proud of this.
By this point, Hamzah's screams had died down. His body, now unrecognizable, slumped lifelessly into the pond. Jeht, breathing heavily, knelt on the ground, her gaze lifting to the sky.
Under the fading sun, her figure appeared drenched in red, blending with the colors of dusk and blood.
"Father, I've avenged you…"
Before she could finish, she heard the sound of clapping.
Clap-clap-clap.
Jeht turned to see Ye Xi clapping with a smirk.
"Quite the impressive revenge, Miss Jeht," he remarked. "But doing all of this in my yard? Without my permission? And leaving it in such a mess?"
"How do you plan to compensate me?"
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