The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1159

Neera was taken aback. She turned her head and saw a very young woman.

At that moment, the woman was dressed in a black bodysuit, her beautiful face expressionless, coldly stunning, looking both cool and chic.

Despite having a slender figure, she carried a chilling, murderous aura.

Without uttering a word, she suddenly dashed into the bushes on the other side.

The bushes trembled, echoing with the intense sounds of a fierce battle, but it was short-lived.

In less than half a minute, the woman came out again, still holding someone's collar in her hand.

That was a short man, likely the one who had just hidden in the shadows, launching a sneak attack on Neera.

Thud!

The short man was ruthlessly thrown onto the open ground by the coldly beautiful woman, his back hitting the ground with a dull, heavy thud.

He was battered and bruised, his mouth filled with blood. Two of his teeth had been knocked out, leaving him to emit unconscious moans of pain.

That was also the last time he made a sound.

Before anyone present could react, the woman, paying no attention to the crowd, swiftly pulled out a fruit knife from her pocket and twirled it in her hand.

In the next instant, the sharp fruit knife was thrust toward the short man's throat.

Neera's pupils tightened, understanding her intentions. She wanted to stop the woman, but before she could, she saw her hand rise and fall with the knife, and the man was already dealt with.

Bright red blood spurted out like a fountain from the man's throat. His eyes bulged, and he quickly drew his last breath, dying with his eyes wide open.

Neera's eyes were wide open, staring at the scene before her, almost forgetting to breathe.

She had indeed witnessed the scene of death before.

As a doctor, she had stood by the operating table and by the bedside, witnessing patients who were beyond medical help. Her heart was filled with sorrow, helplessness, and a profound sense of the fragility of life.

However, she had never witnessed a scene where someone's life was being snatched away like that.

The mysterious woman clearly didn't care about what others thought or perceived.

Confirming that the man on the ground was indeed dead, she flicked the blood off her fruit knife without batting an eyelid, then turned and plunged back into the fray.

Her combat prowess was truly formidable. In an instant, it was as if a tiger had entered a flock of sheep, with the opponents losing their lives one after another.

In the end, the remaining three burly men were petrified by her madness, not daring to approach her anymore.

They held back the urge to wet their pants, trembling as they stepped back. Then, turning around, they took off, running faster than a cheetah.

A few minutes later, the chaotic scene was left with only Neera and a few others, surrounded by bodies strewn all over the ground.

Zephyr was also astonished by the mysterious woman's skills, wondering who on earth she was.

However, that was not the time to focus on those matters. He turned his head toward Neera and gave her a once-over before expressing his concern by asking, “Ms. Garcia, are you okay?”

“I-I'm okay.” Neera, still in shock, stared intently at the woman.

“Who are you? Did my uncle send you to protect me?” Neera asked at that moment.

The woman also turned her gaze toward Neera. Initially, she had intended to approach and introduce herself.

As luck would have it, the distant roar of a car echoed through the air.

It was Shane and his men.

The woman, disturbed, frowned in displeasure. With a swift movement, she vanished behind the bushes, leaving no trace behind.

“Hey! You—” Neera wanted to call out to her, but seeing the tranquility restored in the bushes, she had no choice but to give up.

The screech of brakes filled the air as several cars came to an abrupt halt.

Shane quickly got out of the car. His face was very serious, and there was a touch of anxiety.

He brought quite a few men with him, all of whom were somewhat surprised by the chaotic scene they encountered.

“What happened?” Shane asked, his brows furrowed in concern as he stepped forward.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he noticed the wound in Neera's palm was bleeding profusely, and there was also a deep gash on her shoulder. He was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. “You're hurt! Is it serious?” he asked.

Neera covered her shoulder with one hand, her legs still a bit weak. But she didn't want him to worry, so she shook her head and said, “I'm fine. It just looks worse than it is. It's not a big deal.”

After a careful examination, Shane's brows furrowed tighter. “With an injury like that, how can you say it's not a big deal?”

Afterward, he asked Zephyr, “Is everything taken care of?”

With a solemn expression, Zephyr replied, “No. A few of them were chased away.”

“Chased away? Who chased them away? Also, did you fight off these people on the ground?” Shane asked.

There were quite a few people lying haphazardly on the ground, and a few more had run off. Given their numbers, logically, they would have been more than a match for Zephyr and his group.

Zephyr's gaze darkened slightly. “A mysterious woman beat them. I don't know her.”

Hearing that, Neera was somewhat surprised. “Isn't she one of us? It seemed like she wanted to talk to me just now.”

Zephyr shook his head with certainty. “She's definitely not working for Mr. Gordon. I've never seen her before, and if Mr. Gordon had any arrangements, he would have informed me in advance.”

As soon as these words were spoken, both Shane and Neera were completely baffled.

However, a moment later, Shane said, “Let's put this matter aside for now. We can't stay here for long. Let's go back first and deal with the wound. I'll leave the others here to handle things.”

Neera had no objections and subsequently got in the car with him.