Chapter 2
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A speeding car came to a stop right in front of me. The window rolled down, and a sexy young woman gave me a wink before shouting, "Victor Woods! Finally, I get to meet you. I thought you were a tough guy or something, but turns out you're just a mixed-breed mutt."
Mike was right—his daughter didn't seem to be a wise woman. As the leader of the Fighters, she was so reckless with her words. But it was fine. She was Mike's daughter. As long as she didn't cross the line too much, I could tolerate it.
"My name is Victor Woods. Mike is my teacher. If there's anything you need in the future, just let me know," I said sincerely.
"Oh, so you've got the Dragon's Embrace. Looks like the Fighters are all yours now, huh? Should I call you boss?" The woman smirked provocatively, her face showing clear displeasure.
I didn't take it to heart. Mike had already told me I was there to assist his daughter. He was still the Fighters' leader.
"You flatter me. Mr. Martin asked me to assist Miss Martin. I'll never have improper thoughts," I calmly told her my true intentions. But the Dragon's Embrace in my hand wasn't going anywhere. Mike gave it to me.
He was worried my youth might cause dissent within the group, so only the Dragon's Embrace could secure my position.
"Alright, let's talk in the car," the woman said with a wink, motioning for me to sit beside her.
I got in the car, and just as I closed the door, the woman suddenly wrapped an arm around my neck. Her glossy red lips pursed, and her tiny tank top barely contained her D-cup chest. She leaned in closer, pressing against me, stirring endless thoughts in my mind.
"Hey, big guy, you're well-built, huh?" she teased, her left hand wandering across her chest as if ready to break down my defenses at any moment.
This was Northvale City with fast cars and bold women. They said after three years in prison, even an ugly freak looked like a beauty. I'd been locked up for six years, so saying I felt nothing would've been a lie.
But Miss Martin underestimated my composure. I had learned everything from her father. If seduction worked on me, Mike wouldn't have trusted me to assist his daughter.
"Enough." I glanced at her, my gaze as cold as ice.
"What? Am I not s*xy enough, or are you just impotent?" She deliberately puffed out her chest, pushing it toward my mouth as if begging me to take her.
"Stop wasting your efforts. The person Mike trusts isn't that easy to manipulate. You're not Miss Martin, so stop testing me," I said coldly.
Realizing her act was exposed, the woman pulled back disdainfully and said, "Mr. Martin must've shown you a picture of Miss Martin. Otherwise, there's no way you'd know who I am."
I didn't respond because I understood why Miss Martin would want to test me. After all, it would've been foolish not to probe a stranger who appeared so suddenly.
"Hmph, I don't believe any man can resist my charms," she said, pouting in defiance.
I didn't know her exact identity, but I was certain she was sent by Rosalind Martin, Mike's daughter. It seemed Rosalind was in trouble, or she wouldn't have sent someone to test me right off the bat.
"Enough nonsense. Take me to Miss Martin immediately," I said coldly, turning my gaze out the window. I had finally left that terrible place. Eastside Correctional Facility was nothing short of h*ll.
The car turned a corner, and just as we were merging onto the main road, two vehicles suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, interrupting my thoughts.
The woman cranked up the music to full blast, swaying her body wildly, occasionally shaking her ample chest in my direction. She didn't notice the cars tailing us at all, proving that she was hot yet stupid.
"Tell me, where is Miss Martin?" I asked coldly, still looking at the rearview mirror.
"I'm taking you there. Why are you in such a hurry? Miss Martin isn't as easygoing as I am. She won't even bother with you," she said, sulking after being exposed.
"Call her. I have something important to ask her," I said, watching the cars draw closer. A slight sense of tension crept into me. 'Are they tailing me or Miss Martin?'
No one should've known I was released, as my six years in jail were completely off the radar. So, I deduced they were targeting Rosalind.
"Hurry!" I shouted when the woman didn't move.
"W-What's with that look? It's just a phone call. Don't yell," she muttered. But before she could finish her sentence, one of the cars sped up and swerved toward us, forcing her to scream and swerve onto the side lane.
"Hey, are you f*cking blind?" The woman slammed the horn and angrily yelled at the car speeding away in front of us.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw the car behind us still tailing us closely. I knew they were waiting for the right moment to find a secluded spot and make their move.
"Call Miss Martin, now!" I snapped, impatient to know Rosalind's exact situation.
The woman shot me a disdainful look before rolling her eyes and slowly dialing the number.
Before she could even say a word, I snatched the phone from her and said, "Miss Martin, this is Victor Woods. We're being chased by enemies. I need to know who the Fighters have offended recently."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by a clear sense of shock in Rosalind's voice. After a pause, she asked, "Where are you now? I'll send someone over immediately."
"That's not necessary. Just tell me who they are," I replied.
"The K13 under the protection of the Locke family. Three days ago, we had a fight against them. Both sides suffered losses. Their leader, Kaden Locke, has been quiet for the past three days. Do you suspect they've been following you?" Rosalind asked anxiously.
It was clear Rosalind wasn't thinking straight—she assumed they were after me.
"Stay at home. I'll take care of Kaden." I hung up the phone coldly, turned my attention back to the road ahead, and shouted, "Turn in there!"
The woman froze when she heard Kaden's name. Trembling, she shouted back, "No, we can't go in there! We need to turn back immediately!"
"Turn in there!" I barked, my eyes glued to the rearview mirror. Seeing her panic, I lunged forward, grabbed the wheel, and yanked it hard, steering the car into the narrow road. The car behind us followed closely, not giving us a moment to breathe.
"What... What do we do now? Kaden's men are ruthless! We can't take them on! Turning back is the only way to survive!" the woman yelled, her voice cracking with fear.
"Shut up. When we get out, hide." I scanned the area ahead, searching for a spot where I could make a move. Suddenly, gunfire erupted. Bullets struck the car, and the glass shattered with a loud crash.
"What the h*ll are they doing?" the woman screamed in terror as the car swerved uncontrollably.
"Hold on! Ram them with the car!" I shouted, crouching down while keeping my eyes locked on the rearview mirror. The distance between us and the pursuers had closed significantly. They could overtake us at any moment. If they did, we'd be sitting ducks for their gunfire.
Suddenly, the car behind us swerved to overtake. I glanced to the left and shouted, "Hit them! Now!"
As they pulled up alongside us, their car halfway past ours, a gun barrel emerged from their window, aimed directly at the driver's seat. Without hesitation, I grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it hard, causing our car to swerve sideways. The rear of our car slammed into theirs, forcing them off course.
"Whoa! That was awesome! Do it again!" the woman shouted, her fear momentarily replaced by excitement.
But reality hit hard. Enraged, the gunman unleashed another round of gunfire, the bullets hammering into our car and shaking it violently.
"What do we do? Their firepower is too fierce! We can't hold out!" the woman screamed, crouching down and half-hidden, her panic returning in full force.
We couldn't handle such a fierce attack. When I saw the small forest ahead, an idea struck me. It was risky, but it was our only chance.
"Drive into the forest, now!" I exclaimed.
"What? But that's..." she began.
"Just do it!" I yelled.
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