The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 812

He let out a pitiful wail and staggered backward, clutching his arm. His expression was horrified. He was well aware that he was hopeless against this opponent.

Realizing that their plan was doomed to failure, he made plans to make his escape.

Frightened, he turned around and fled.

Zephyr couldn't let him escape. He hurriedly walked over to close the gap, reached out, and yanked him backward.

After that, Zephyr slammed a tall man standing over six feet tall to the ground like a rag.

That man's face twisted in agony, and he wailed in agony.

When he opened his eyes, the cold-glinting blade was pressed against his throat.

Zephyr had a sinister expression on his face. He resembled a devil crawling out of hell. The look in his eyes was menacing as he warned, "If you don't want to die, don't move!"

That thug was terrified. He shivered all over and dared not move a finger.

He was certain that if he made a move, his head would be severed from his body.

Neera approached the thug. She cast a cold gaze down at him. Not intending to waste time, she went right to the point.

She asked, "Alfonso sent you, didn't he?"

When that thug heard Alfonso's name, his pupils retracted.

Neera could tell the answer by the look on his face before he said anything.

"So, I guess I'm right," she snickered. "Has he sent you to kidnap me? Or do something else to me? You'd better come clean if you don't want to suffer."

Zephyr's blade pressed in closer as the man hesitated.

The blade cut the skin, and blood began to flow.

The man trembled violently in response to the pain.

He immediately admitted everything, saying, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Please don't kill me! Alfonso sent us here to capture you alive."

Neera arched an eyebrow. Nothing about this discovery was shocking.

She asked, "That's it? Is that all he asks of you?"

His teeth clattered, and he almost bit his tongue. He replied, "No, nothing else."

"Aside from you and your group, how many others did he bring?" Neera inquired once more. "When will the rest make their move?"

The man looked perplexed and replied, "I don't know."

Zephyr's eyes grew cold. A little more pressure was applied to the blade.

That thug almost pissed himself when he felt the pressure on his throat.

He quickly begged for mercy.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me. I swear to God, I'm telling the truth. I'm not making this up. We only knew what we had to do when we were given the task. Everyone only knows the task they are being assigned. I honestly don't know how many people he brought or what their orders were!"

Neera looked at him for a moment. When she was certain that this man was telling the truth, she gave Zephyr a look.

Zephyr understood her signal and withdrew the blade coldly.

He then delivered a chop to the back of his neck before he could exhale a sigh of relief.

That thug's vision went black. He lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground.

Neera felt relieved when they were done dealing with these people.

She saw those thugs were lying all over the ground and softly directed, "Clean this mess up."

Zephyr rose to his feet. Then he dumped the dagger and dusted off his clothes.

He replied, "Hmm, someone will come to clean it up later."

Neera remained silent, trusting Zephyr to handle the situation.

The two later returned to the manor.

...

Jean had awoken and was playing chess with the kids by the time they returned.

Neera walked over. She acted as if nothing had happened and asked cheerily, "Feeling better?"

Jean raised an eyebrow.

"Much better," he said as he drew her into his arms, "my chest doesn't hurt anymore."

Neera cupped his face and looked at it.

She mumbled, "Hmm, you still look pale. I think you need to eat something nutritious."

After that, she drew away from his embrace and said, "I'll let you guys play. While I make some soup for you."

Jean nodded and let her go.

Unknowingly, he caught sight of a bloodstain on her dress as she rose to her feet.