Helmsman was hit by an arrow in the anus first. But Flora's arrow was barbed and had gone in deep… Pulling it out would…
Especially since Helmsman's anus had been… well, lately…
So it couldn't be pulled out. Yanking it out could easily send Helmsman straight to heaven.
But leaving it in wasn't an option either!
Then came a solution. Sherry's kick drove the arrow all the way through, piercing Helmsman's body and pinning him to the grass.
Helmsman wanted to cry, but no tears came. He was begging for rescue.
Fyren was having way too much fun driving; his mind wasn't keeping count anymore. He sped straight onto the large lawn outside his villa.
As he passed Helmsman, the remaining half of the arrow's shaft was completely crushed under the tires!
Helmsman lay there, weeping. Fyren rolled his eyes. The car kept rolling over the body. With another jolt… Fyren's excitement grew even more uncontrollable. He blurted out: "Awesome!"
Fyren spoke with difficulty: "Cora, I just wanted to talk to you…" Oh! "I think I ran over something…"
"You don't like it? Don't get distracted. We've worked so hard."
Flora had run out of arrows. There were too many enemies.
She drew her short knife and charged out directly, aiming to meet up with Sherry.
The two of them were finally surrounded…
Fyren had finally closed his eyes and started driving recklessly, one hand gripping Cora's hair, the other unconsciously fumbling over the steering wheel.
The car went wherever it wanted, doing whatever it pleased!
After all, this whole area was his property!
Barry saw the car driving so wildly, with the driver not even opening his eyes. He thought to himself: This guy's a pro!
"Everyone, be careful. Another expert has arrived. None of you are taking us seriously! How arrogant!"
The car's path was so bizarre it was almost unbelievable!
It was about to plow right through the encirclement!
Barry gritted his teeth: "Take Helmsman and fall back! Take the injured brothers too—not a single body gets left behind!"
Fyren's car finally crashed into the wooden door of her own warehouse.
The warehouse door was destroyed, but the car was fine.
Fyren gasped, picking up Cora: "You… You're insane."
Cora wiped her mouth with a wet wipe and said playfully: "You're the one who's crazy! You drove over your own lawn and wrecked your own warehouse, yeah—!"
Fyren was still catching his breath when Sherry suddenly appeared at the car window, exclaiming excitedly: "Fyren, you did great!"
"Ah?"
Fyren was startled: "Weren't you staying inside? Why are you out here?"
"Outside's where the real fight is!"
"Kill!?"
Sherry looked puzzled: "Why are you breathing so hard? Are you hurt?"
Fyren still didn't fully grasp the situation when Flora aimed at him and thrust her knife inside.
Fyren jolted and was about to dodge, but the short knife was deflected by Sherry's long sword.
Flora shouted sharply: "Sherry! What are you doing!?"
Sherry retorted: "How could you attack my master!?"
Flora's eyes widened: "What master? You serve the Young Lord. Have you turned traitor!?"
"How could I betray the Young Lord? It was the Young Lord who ordered me to protect him!"
Flora fumed: "Step aside!"
"I won't! The Young Lord said I should protect him!"
"I'm so stupid! He's the Young Lord's enemy!"
"I know, but… the situation is really chaotic right now, you know?"
"What chaos?! Step aside. I'll kill him and take you back to see the Young Lord."
Fyren was completely stunned!
Cora was also terrified.
[What's going on!? A new character shows up and no one told me!?]
[What's wrong with this stupid system lately!?]
[We have to use Sherry! Otherwise, both Cora and I will die by this crazy girl's hand!]
Cora finally understood what Fyren meant earlier when she said they were in danger.
Fyren pushed open the car door with a smile: "Well, this is…"
Sherry said: "My sister, Flora."
"Oh—! Flora, huh? She's really pretty, delicate like a flower! Is she married? Does she have a boyfriend? Does she like rich people?"
Flora was so angry she wanted to kill him: "You dare flirt with me?! I'll chop you into pieces!"
Sherry stopped her again: "Flora, you really can't kill Fyren!"
Flora was almost furious:
"You're stupid! He's the Young Lord's enemy!"
"I know! But the Young Lord told me to protect him!"
Flora knew Sherry was stubborn and had to say: "Just step aside. Later, just say you weren't capable enough and failed to protect him properly, alright? You're so stupid!"
"I… I'm not capable? I'm… stupid…"
"Shut up!" Fyren shouted angrily: "Flora, right? Let me tell you—she's my servant, my personal guard, and my bodyguard! It's only natural that she protects me. She's extremely intelligent and outstanding, definitely no less than any of you four in the shadows."
Sherry turned her head, gratitude shining in her eyes: "Really, Fyren?"
"Of course!" Fyren said: "What did I tell you? Stupid people could never master skills like yours! You have to be confident! Sherry, truth is, I've always seen you as a sister. Anyone who says my dear sister isn't smart—I'll kill them!"
Sherry's eyes welled up with grateful tears: "You… don't praise me like that…"
Cora beside her said: "Oh, who is this beautiful and clever girl? Fyren, introduce me."
"Oh, this is Sherry, the one I told you about!"
"Wow, so this is Sherry! Even more beautiful and adorable than you described!"
Sherry blushed, lowered her head, and gently kicked a pebble away: "No… I'm… very stupid."
Cora held Sherry's hand: "My, this girl's hands are so pretty. Hmm, there are some calluses though. Later, I'll give you a set of skincare products—take good care of them."
Sherry might have looked down on Fyren—at least she thought she did—but she felt incredibly good around Cora. Right from meeting her, she felt a warm familiarity.
Cora had a gentle, maternal charm that was rare among people her age.
She gave off a feeling that was very warm, very loving, very motherly… In short, just seeing her made you want to act cute and be pampered by her.
Cora held Sherry's hand and said: "Fyren has told me all about you. He said you're smart, capable, kind, and lovable. And he also said you're a girl of your word—you always keep your promises!"
"Brother, what you said is so embarrassing! Brother, why is there a hair on your lip?"
"Oh?" Cora blushed and quickly wiped her face: "Thank you, Sister Sherry."
"You're welcome."
Flora was so angry she was about to explode. She wanted to roll her eyes and pass out on the spot.
She pulled Sherry aside forcefully and stabbed toward Fyren: "I'll teach you to play tricks!"
Sherry shifted her steps and deftly raised her short sword to block Flora's attack: "Don't hurt my master!"
Flora stomped her foot angrily: "You've been fooled by them!"
"Oh dear, you should go back first. Taking good care of the Young Lord is the top priority!"
Flora spun around furiously: "I came here... I... I've been killing all night and finally let Fyren go... Wait, those people weren't Fyren's?"
Sherry said, "I thought you brought them."
Fyren was even more confused: "There were people just now?"
In the distance, several figures could be heard crying melodramatically as they used knives to dig out a large patch of lawn and carried Helmsman away along with the turf.
Flora was furious: "Sherry, listen. I came here on the Young Lord's orders! It was the Young Lord himself who told me to come. You have to cooperate with me and kill Fyren!"
"Really?"
"Funny!" Fyren chuckled dryly: "Sherry, did the Young Lord say that I must not die?"
"Yes, he did."
"Did he say I'm his brother and his disciple, and that I'm the most important person in his life?"
"Yes, he did."
"Did he also say that no matter what happens in the future, you have to protect me, take care of me, and listen to me?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Sherry understood and nodded solemnly: "Flora, stop trying to trick me! The Young Lord said Fyren can't be killed right now. He's too rich. We have to get his money first, then we can kill him!"
Fyren's lips twitched. Do they even see me as a person?
Cora frowned. She finally understood what Fyren was afraid of and who he was up against.
Fyren wasn't exaggerating. The situation was indeed dangerous.
These people didn't seem normal. Their minds weren't quite right, and their martial arts were incredibly strong.
Being targeted by these maniacs—any sane person would be terrified.
Sherry pulled Flora aside and patiently explained: "Don't worry, my heart will always belong to the Young Lord. Once the Young Lord gets all his money..."
Sherry pointed happily at Fyren: "You won't even need to lift a hand. I'll kill him myself! Then we'll serve the Young Lord together and conquer the world!"
Flora stared at her: "You... you really haven't betrayed us?"
"I told you I haven't!"
Flora understood that killing Fyren right now was impossible.
She couldn't fight Sherry to the death, could she?
This girl was stubborn. She would carry out orders to the letter.
And with those two sly foxes filling her head with sweet words and mind-numbing flattery, Sherry's simple mind couldn't handle so much deception.
Flora stomped her foot: "Take care of yourself, then. I'm going back to attend to the Young Lord!"
Sherry waved at Flora's retreating figure: "Go tell the Young Lord I'll keep working hard!"
Fyren walked to a certain spot and stopped, staring blankly at a rectangular hole.
All around was grassland—except for this dug-up patch.
Sherry and Cora didn't understand.
Fyren worked her jaw: "They want to kill me—I get that. Retreating—I can kinda understand. But digging up a piece of my lawn? What the hell is that about?"
Sherry shook her head honestly to show she didn't know.
Cora said: "We have to be careful."
...
Helmsman was carried onto the back of a truck in critical condition—along with that patch of lawn.
"Helmsman, Helmsman, are you okay? Helmsman?!"
Helmsman raised his head, face drenched in sweat: "How about I shoot a bullet into your asshole and see how you feel?!"
"We're all straight guys here, Helmsman. Nobody's into that," someone replied.
Helmsman glared: "Son of a bitch... find me a doctor. The best one. In three days... I want to fight Fyren to the death!"