Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 597

"Ding—"

Cyril strode out of the elevator.

Lennox Raynor had been waiting for a long time. Hearing the noise, he immediately stepped forward.

"Sir."

Cyril's expression was indifferent. "To The Central Police Directorate."

Lennox raised a hand, blocking Cyril's path, his sharp eyes fixed on the black sedan parked in the VIP spot.

Cyril immediately sensed something and paused, following Lennox's gaze.

"Boom—"

With a deafening explosion, the windows of the black sedan shattered. The vehicle burst into flames, and within a minute, the fire engulfed the entire car. The scorching heat chased away the bitter winter chill, as thick black smoke billowed upward, distorting everything in sight.

"Sir." Lennox looked at Cyril with visible concern. "We've already called the authorities. The smoke is too heavy here, we shouldn't linger."

As the manager of Blackbriar Wing, personally appointed by Caspian Ravenshire, researching his young master's taboos was a basic requirement. He vividly remembered one specific rule: keep him away from open flames. Though he didn't know the exact reason, the order was absolute.

Cyril stood completely still, staring at the roaring fire. The gentle warmth in his eyes slowly sank into a freezing abyss.

*

It was a quiet weekend at The Administration Building of The Central Police Directorate, with only a few public officials on duty. The door to the Chief's office was slightly ajar, harsh bursts of laughter spilling out into the hallway.

A junior officer on duty kept his head down and scurried past, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

Footsteps echoed up the stairs. Someone rounded the corner, and the young officer nearly crashed right into him. Lennox had lightning-fast reflexes, grabbing the officer's shoulders and forcefully shoving him three steps back.

"W-who are you people?"

The young officer hadn't been on the job long. Seeing Lennox's terrifying, murderous aura, his face turned deathly pale.

At that moment, the laughter from the office grew even more arrogant.

"Do you think that little rich kid pissed his pants on the spot?"

"Hahaha! I heard the little brat got so scared he called the cops! Does he really think anyone in Merriton City would dare to help him?"

"Called the cops? He might as well have called the boss directly. Would've saved him the paperwork, hahahaha..."

The young officer was sweating bullets, keeping his head down and too terrified to utter a word.

Cyril patted him gently on the shoulder. "Your shift is over."

"Huh?" The officer blinked, too stunned to process the words.

Cyril gave him a mild smile and calmly walked past him.

When the young officer finally looked up, he realized that the entire hallway—and the entire floor—was packed with a swarm of men in black suits.

"..."

Inside the office.

A group of sleazy, middle-aged men were puffing on cigars, laughing raucously. Vincent Montclair, sporting a massive beer belly, sat with his legs crossed, shaking his foot in smug triumph.

"Found it."

Before any of them could figure out what Cyril had found, Lennox moved without warning. He delivered a brutal punch to the subordinate's face. While the man was groaning in pain, Lennox hooked an arm around his neck, jammed a silenced pistol into a fatal spot, and fired.

Lennox's technique was flawless. The blood flowed downward in a steady stream, not a single drop splattering into the air.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The remaining men lost their minds in terror, dropping to the floor and desperately begging for mercy. "Mr. Cyril! We had nothing to do with this, Mr. Cyril! We don't know anything!!"

Vincent was completely stunned. He stared through the wall of terrifying men, locking his eyes on the young man sitting behind his desk.

Cyril looked up and turned the computer monitor toward Vincent. As he did, the human wall blocking Cyril parted down the middle.

"Why don't you explain, Chief Montclair? How does a mere police chief with an annual salary of barely a hundred thousand dollars amass hundreds of millions of dollars in assets? You certainly have quite the talent for making money."

Vincent's face turned ashen. He finally realized that Cyril was bearing his fangs and launching a full-scale counterattack. He couldn't afford to back down now.

Kicking aside the coffee table, he stubbornly refused to repent. "Since we're laying all our cards on the table, I have nothing to hide. You can't catch fish in crystal clear water. I've helped Mr. Ravenshire control Merriton City for ten years. I brought all the ports and docks under his rule. Taking a little cut on the side is hardly unreasonable, is it? Do you really think Mr. Ravenshire didn't know about this? Do you even have the guts to investigate who receives the real tributes?!"

Seeing Cyril remain silent, Vincent suddenly felt emboldened. "I am the Chief Director of Merriton City! Even if I broke the law, this is a matter for the Prosecutor's Office! Who the hell do you think you are? Gathering a mob to storm the central headquarters? You arrogant little brat, you have no idea how the world works!"

Lennox glanced back at Cyril. Even now, the faint smile still lingered in the boy's eyes.

Lennox understood immediately. He drew his gun and quietly chambered a round.

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