Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1796

Chapter 1796: Hitting the road once more

Minutes earlier, the men (in the truck filled with Nathalie’s people) were only talking about their dismay over the other guy’s interruption. If it were them, they would have killed Mint without a second hesitation. Their dismay slowly turned into hate for the Shadow Order.

They didn’t like the idea of the Shadow Order.

Nathalie already had them, and their organization had grown significantly over the years. They were feared. However, Nathalie still wanted the Shadow Order’s power. Why bother when they already took control of the island and could have ended the Order at first?

Considering how easily they dealt with the Order, it only showed Nathalie no longer needed it.

"I’ll kill them all if I get the chance," one of the men hissed. "Just one word, and I’ll gut them all."

"I’d rather burn them alive, so they can watch each other burn."

"Haha. It’ll be funny to see who screams best," another mused, laughing with each other as if they weren’t talking about taking a life in a gruesome manner.

"Or if anything, just toss them in the lake and feed them to the piranhas."

The men added more suggestions on how to torment the members of the Shadow Order if they were given the order. Nathalie only needed to say a word.

"If you guys have time to do that, why not just show the boss that we don’t need this Order shit?" another one shrugged indifferently. "Once she realizes she doesn’t need these arrogant motherfuckers anymore, she’ll surely give the word."

But just as that was uttered, one man among them raised a hand.

"Got a word from HQ," he said, holding a beeper before lifting his eyes to them.

Everyone raised their brows in intrigue. The man who had received the order leaned forward, speaking quietly.

"I only need two trucks back here. Take down the third one."

The moment they all heard that, deep lines appeared between their brows. They were just talking about ending the other group if Nathalie said the word, and she just did.

After a second, one man in the group scoffed as he quietly laughed. "That’s what I’m talking about."

"Finally," another man cocked his rifle while the guy next to him pulled the strap across from him.

"And the girl?" one of the men (the one they’d been blaming for not shooting Mint right away) asked.

Everyone turned to him until the person who received the order uttered, "She’ll die with them."

"Let’s not kill her yet," someone suggested playfully. "How about... having a taste of her?"

"Haha. Want to see how many dicks she can take before she breaks?"

"What a disgusting piece of shit."

Yet, the response he got was a laugh, only for another man to agree with the perverted suggestion. Killing her was easy, especially now that she was tranquilized. But wasn’t it "better" to ruin her before killing her?

"We’ll slow down," said the acting leader. "And then, we just let them have a shower." — a shower in bullets.

Meanwhile, in the other truck where the members of the Order were, they looked at each other in silence. After all, they had just administered an antidote to Mint.

Or to be exact, everyone’s fate in this place tonight would be sealed.

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