The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 836

The empty road was scattered with several parked cars, and although the gunfire had gradually stopped, the confrontation between the two sides remained intense, with anger fueling the combatants.

The pursuing party had nearly exhausted their bullets in the close-range firefight, leaving them no choice but to resort to hand-to-hand combat.

However, the opposing group came prepared, taking out several long knives from the trunk of their vehicles.

Zephyr, on the other hand, was unarmed. However, he figured that he could snatch them away during combat.

Tucking the empty gun behind his waist, he scanned the area with a stern expression, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.

This group of ambushers was undoubtedly skilled, but they were still no match for him.

In a sudden burst of movement, he sidestepped and closed in on one of the attackers.

The man didn't expect that Zephyr would still have a knife at his disposal and charged forward without fear, only to be momentarily stunned.

By the time the man regained his senses and swung his knife, it was already too late.

Zephyr seized his wrist, twisting it forcefully until his bones snapped and shattered.

In the next moment, he effortlessly snatched the knife from the man's hand and turned to fight another man...

Within a few minutes, a group of attackers lay incapacitated on the ground.

Zephyr glanced at the scene and was about to let out a sigh of relief when his body instinctively tensed up.

A sense of impending danger surged through Zephyr's bones as he felt someone approaching him.

Instinctively, he turned his head and spotted a black barrel not far away, aimed directly at him!

With lightning speed, he instinctively dodged it...

Several seconds later, the assailant pulled the trigger, narrowly missing him. Though Zephyr narrowly avoided death, his arm was still bruised.

Ignoring the stinging sensation, his expression shifted slightly as he focused his attention forward.

Two people were hiding in the enemy vehicles.

They were a man and a woman.

The man was blind in his left eye and wore an eyepatch.

The woman, dressed in black with heavy smoky makeup concealing her features, projected an aura that set her apart from the fallen assailants.

Even from a distance and through the car window, Zephyr could sense the bloodthirsty glint in their eyes.

At just a glance, Zephyr identified them as the sixth and seventh-ranked Level 3S hitmen on the Hades Ranking, they were Draco and Midna!

These two had a history of working together and possessed formidable combat abilities.

However, they did not seem to recognize Zephyr as the man they had ambushed. Despite Zephyr's reputation, he rarely revealed his appearance during missions, making him relatively unknown.

After exchanging glances, Draco and Midna left the vehicle, wearing playful smirks.

"It's been a while since we've encountered someone with this level of skill, but it's your misfortune to run into us," Midna remarked frivolously, adding, "What a shame, you have such a handsome face..."

Draco snorted. "Why waste words on him? What can good looks do for him? He's still gonna die today!"

Facing the arrogance of the two people, Zephyr maintained his composure and remained expressionless.

He looked at the two and noticed that they were armed with guns.

Given his current situation and his injury, the odds were not in his favor.

In his mind, he estimated that it would take at least ten minutes for Ian and his gang to arrive. He needed to hold out and delay these two hitmen as long as possible, preventing them from pursuing Neera and Neil...

With determination in his eyes, he steeled himself for the challenge ahead.

Observing Zephyr's resolve, Midna's smile grew more intrigued. She then studied him curiously.

"He's not afraid of death, things are getting interesting."

Draco, growing impatient, stretched his neck and decided to take charge. "Alright, leave this guy to me. I can handle him on my own. You go after the two who escaped. Don't forget our mission!"

Midna, reminded by Draco's words, nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, offering no objections. Whenever they worked together, Draco always assigned tasks, and she couldn't be bothered to think too much about it.

As she prepared to leave, Zephyr's eyes turned icy. Using his foot, he picked up the long knife at his feet, grasped it tightly, and then hurled it at Midna with great force!