The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 941

Chapter 941

How did she manage that?

The weary masked man quickly pressed a button on his wristwatch, and soon, a squad of loyal operatives appeared at the door.

They seemed like they'd just arrived from the Underworld, each exuding an intense chill. The cold wind from the window poured in, sending shivers down one's spine.

Upon seeing this group, Carol's eyes dimmed slightly. She knew that today could very well be her last. She glanced at Arabella and said quietly, "You go first."

She'd provide cover for Arabella.

Arabella merely arched an eyebrow, “Finally, some useful help?"

“They've received special training from a young age, impervious to poison and invincible to weaponry."

They were also injected with all sorts of drugs, their muscle strength and power far exceeding than that of a regular human.

Carol's current skills were honed through countless battles with these freaks from a young age.

Of course, she suffered numerous injuries in the process.

Because these men had “indestructible bodies", blades struggled to pierce their skin. The toxins within their bodies were complex, making them seem less than human. Even their complexions were an eerie, sickly green.

"Take him away."

The ‘him’ Carol referred to was naturally Clark.

If the organization had dispatched this group, it meant they were close to finding Mafia Flame. It wasn't safe for Clark to stay here. He needed to return to his homeland. The sooner, the better.

“He must be taken away.” Carol lunged at one of the operatives first, "Now's the chance."

But her strikes and moves seemed to merely tickle operative 1107.

1107 stood still, unmoving like a statue.

After Carol had attacked seven or eight times, he retaliated with a swift punch.