Chapter 11: Voidfang
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Olivia was utterly terrified. Gradually, she began to process what had just happened—that Rex Carlson had used her as bait without so much as a warning. Fear turned into indignation as she glared at him.
“Hey! Taxi driver! What the hell is going on?”
Rex didn’t respond. Instead, he calmly dug a bullet out of the wall.
The bullet wasn’t ordinary. Its surface bore a crescent moon insignia, etched with intricate markings.
“Have you been messing with people connected to Voidfang?” he asked, his gaze sharp.
Olivia’s eyes darted evasively. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Rex tossed the bullet into her lap. “This is Voidfang’s custom-made round. They’re not people you want to mess with. If you don’t start talking, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t go!” Olivia blurted, fear flickering in her wide eyes. “I’m scared!”
“Then tell me the truth!” Rex barked, ejecting the spent shell casing from his gun.
He frowned. He’d prepared just two bullets—because, of course, he thought it would look cooler that way. Now, in an empty chamber, he was cursing his own bravado.
Olivia turned pale. “I… I invested in a research team a few months ago. About a month back, they developed a drug. Someone tied to Voidfang—some big shot—wanted to buy the formula. I refused. They said I’d regret it. These people must be working for him!”
That explanation made sense.
Suddenly, something clicked in Olivia’s mind. She turned to Rex, staring at the gun in his hand. “Why are you here? And why do you even have a gun?”
Feigning mystery, Rex smirked and said, “You don’t need to know who I am. Some things are better left unsaid.”
“Driving a taxi is just your disguise, isn’t it?” Olivia guessed immediately.
Rex flashed a cryptic smile, his voice low and ominous. “Let’s pretend today never happened. Understand?”
Olivia nodded obediently, then hesitated. “But… should I tell Nana about this? Does she know?”
“You keep this to yourself,” Rex warned, his tone sharp. “If anyone finds out you saw me here, you’ll all end up dead.”
Olivia nodded again, more earnestly, this time.
Rex couldn’t help but chuckle at how docile she had become. Just moments ago, she was all arrogance and pride. Now, she was like a scared kitten. The contrast was amusing.
“Shh!” Rex suddenly raised a finger to his lips, motioning for silence.
“What is it?” Olivia whispered, confused.
Footsteps echoed from downstairs.
Rex crept toward the door, careful not to make a sound. As he pretended to peek out, a gunshot rang out, blasting the bedroom door to splinters.
Olivia shrieked, curling into a ball, her hands over her head.
Rex glanced at his empty gun. It was now little more than a glorified stick. His eyes flicked to the shards of glass on the floor, then to Olivia.
“Give me your bra,” he said abruptly.
Olivia froze, staring at him in disbelief. Then her brows furrowed in outrage. “Are you serious? At a time like this, that’s what you’re thinking about?”
Rex’s face was deadly serious. “Stop talking and give it to me. I need it.”
Clutching her chest protectively, Olivia glared at him.
“If you don’t want to die, hurry up!” Rex snapped.
Grinding her teeth, Olivia reluctantly removed her bra and tossed it at him. “You’re shameless,” she muttered under her breath.
Rex ignored her, pulling out the elastic band. He tested its stretchiness, frowned, then looked at her again. “Your underwear too.”
Olivia’s face turned crimson. “You—”
“Quickly!” Rex barked.
Flustered, Olivia’s face was so red it crept down her neck. “Fine! But turn around!”
Rex rolled his eyes but turned his back. Moments later, Olivia threw her underwear at him, wrapping herself tightly in her nightgown. Her long, pale legs peeked out from beneath the fabric, making her all the more captivating.
Rex, however, had no time to appreciate the view. He stretched the elastic, tested its strength, and picked up a shard of glass.
Faking another peek out the door, he heard another gunshot.
In that split second before the next round, Rex spun, pulled the makeshift slingshot taut, and released. The shard of glass flew with precision, slicing the assassin’s carotid artery.
The killer staggered backward, clutching his neck.
Rex lunged forward like a tiger, delivering a flying knee to the man’s face. Locking the assassin’s head in his grip, he twisted sharply. A sickening c***k followed, and the man crumpled lifeless to the floor.
As Rex leaned against the wall, catching his breath, he turned and saw Olivia standing at the door, her jaw slacking in astonishment.
This taxi driver… was a total enigma. Even her team of highly-paid bodyguards couldn’t hold a candle to him.
Olivia was still trembling, her mind a whirlwind of fear and anger. The reality of being used as bait by Rex Carlson had finally sunk in, leaving her both furious and frightened. She glared at him with wide, accusing eyes.
“Hey! Taxi driver! What the hell is going on?”
Rex didn’t respond. Calmly, he pried a bullet from the wall, holding it up to the dim light. His expression darkened as he examined the strange design—two sharp fangs etched into the surface, encircled by a black halo.
“Have you been messing with Voidfang?” he asked sharply, his tone leaving no room for denial.
Olivia flinched, her gaze darting nervously. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Rex flicked the bullet onto her lap. “This is from Voidfang—the deadliest assassin organization in the world. If they’re after you, they won’t stop. So if you don’t start talking, I’m walking out of here.”
“Don’t go!” Olivia blurted, her voice trembling. “Please! I’m scared!”
“Then tell me the truth!” Rex barked, his patience wearing thin.
“I…” Olivia hesitated, then sighed in defeat. “I invested in a research team. A month ago, they developed a drug—something that can alter human genes. Someone connected to Voidfang wanted to buy the formula. I refused. They said I’d regret it, but I didn’t think they’d actually…”
Her voice trailed off as the realization hit her.
Rex nodded, piecing it together. That explains the symbol on this bullet. But if they sent a Shadow Fang after you, this drug of yours is worth more than you realize.”
Olivia blinked, confused. “Shadow Fang?”
“It’s their ranking system,” Rex explained, crouching by the dead assassin. He inspected the tattoos on the man’s wrist, shoulder, and back—fangs, a crescent moon, and a coiled serpent.
“Voidfang ranks its operatives into tiers. At the top is the Eclipse Warden, their leader. Shadow Fangs are their elite killers—one step below the masters. If they send one after you, it means Voidfang is taking this seriously.”
Olivia hugged her arms to herself, her face pale. “Then… will there be more?”
“Probably,” Rex said nonchalantly, leaning back against the wall. His eyes wandered over her figure, lingering a second too long.
“Stop looking!” Olivia snapped, tightening her robe around herself. “One more glance, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
Rex smirked, clearly amused. “Not much to see anyway. Mine are bigger.”
“You—!” Olivia fumed, her face blazing red. “You’re shameless!”
Before she could say more, Rex suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth and pressed her against the wall.
“Shh,” he hissed. “Someone’s coming.”
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