The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1289

Judging by the number of people and their formidable appearance earlier, she deduced with considerable certainty that they were after her life.

At that moment, her brows furrowed, her expression somewhat unpleasant.

"Who on earth is so desperate to take my life? Are they so eager to seize my power, resorting to any means necessary? But even if I die, the Gordon family will still exist. The position of the district president, as well as the seat of the ninth elder, should still fall to the Gordon family..."

She couldn't figure it out, nor could she guess who was behind it.

Jean poured her a cup of warm water and handed it to her. "Don't jump to conclusions just yet. These people are indeed targeting you, but it might not necessarily be for the power you hold."

Neera did not understand him. "Isn't that so? What other reason could there be? I have no deep connection with Phison. Apart from this, there shouldn't be anything else that could make someone hate me to this extent, right?"

Jean pondered and said, "Just like you said, the Gordon family is currently in a powerful position. Even without you, someone else from the Gordon family would inherit your current position. Only if the Gordon family's power wanes would it be possible for others to step in. So, there's no need to rush to act against you now. I think anyone with a brain can understand this. Therefore, I feel that this matter might not be as simple as it seems. There might be other reasons." Then, he comforted her in a gentle voice, "If you can't figure it out, don't dwell on it for now. After all, we've already caught the culprits. Sooner or later, they will spill the truth."

That might be true, but Neera's good mood from the past two days had completely evaporated, her mind filled with the unexpected events of that evening.

"That was close. If it weren't for Ian and the others being there, who knows what terrible things could have happened..." she murmured to herself.

Suddenly, recalling the "Freo Market" that Ian had mentioned earlier, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "By the way, what is Freo Market?"

Jean explained to her, "It's essentially the black market of Phison. All the under-the-table dealings happen there."

"Who were those people just now? What kind of people are they?"

"Traders in the Freo Market. People pay them to get things done. They receive the remuneration and do others' bidding."

Neera furrowed her brows, completely unable to fathom that such a thing could happen.

At that moment, Ian walked in and reported, "Mr. Beauvort, those people are extremely stubborn. They refuse to utter a single word."

Upon hearing that, Jean smiled coolly. "I expected this outcome. The people of the Freo Market are tough nuts to crack."

Ian hesitated for a moment, seeking his opinion. "Should we bring Lu..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered something. He caught himself before finishing the rest of his sentence. Ian quickly changed the subject. "Should I call them over?"

Jean glanced at him and said lightly, "Go ahead. Get the results as soon as possible."

Ian nodded. "Yes."

It was only after he left once again that Neera remembered. "By the way, how did Ian end up here? And what about Storm, Cloud, and the others? Didn't you say you didn't bring anyone with you? How did they get into Phison?"

Jean fell silent for a moment, then responded without changing his expression, "Seeing that your situation here isn't very safe, I called them over to protect you secretly, just in case. Thanks to the Gordon family, it was much easier to enter Phison."

Neera didn't doubt him, believing his words to be true. "So, that's how it is. You're indeed more meticulous in your planning."

Upon receiving the news, Luna hurried to Wind Chime Island overnight.

Those men in black were confined in a massive garage. When she walked in, Cloud and Storm were interrogating them inside.

"Daybreak is almost upon us, and still no one is willing to speak up? What exactly are you all holding out for? Is it just for the money? Look at your current situation. You're literally making money at the risk of your lives, only not to have a chance to spend it. Why put yourselves through this?"

Someone spat out, vehemently retorting him through gritted teeth, "Don't think that by capturing us and throwing around a few threats, we'll be scared! Even if you have some skills, don't forget this is Phison! How dare you lay a hand on us casually?"

"Exactly!" someone chimed in. "Phison has its own rules. Outsiders are absolutely not allowed to lay a hand on the people of Phison! If you dare to make a move, don't even think about leaving Phison alive!"

Initially, they were quite wary of these people who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

However, those involved in the Freo Market were by no means fools. Once they calmed down, they quickly analyzed the current situation, realizing it was not as dire as they initially thought.

Emboldened by the fact that they were from Phison, they regained their confidence.

Even though many people were tormented to the point of wishing for death, they still refused to utter a single word.

Seeing the situation, Ian narrowed his eyes. "You really are tight-lipped. I'm curious to see how long you can keep this up."

Having said that, he gave a meaningful glance to his two subordinates. Understanding his intent, they promptly strode over.

In an instant, the garage was filled with screams akin to a pig being slaughtered.

Luna found the sound quite grating. Rubbing her ears, she walked in with an expressionless face. "You called me over for this?"

Upon hearing her voice, Ian and the others turned to look.

"You're here. They refuse to speak up, so I had to call you over to keep them in line."

Luna was unfazed as she stared at the captives' swollen faces, noses, and blood-stained cheeks. She coldly said, "If you can't even handle such a small matter, are you still competent?"

Ian was rendered speechless.

Storm was rendered speechless.

Cloud was rendered speechless.

The three of them exchanged glances, all wearing expressions of helplessness.

Ian raised his hands and shrugged, expressing his helplessness. "There is nothing we can do. They are banking on their affiliation with Phison, assuming that we wouldn't dare to harm them, so they persistently refuse to cooperate."

While it was true that Ian and his group had no intention of killing the captives, it was not due to their benevolence, but rather because the complete truth had not yet been unveiled.