Chapter 1544: Chapter 1544

Chapter 1544:

Lionel clenched his teeth, lunged forward, and stabbed at the viper threatening Rickey Deleon. After pushing Rickey to safety, Lionel faced the next viper with relentless determination.

Inspired by Lionel’s bravery, the other recruits began to take the offensive. Their entire field of vision was overrun with the slithering menace.

After ensuring they were engaged, Harlee stowed the pipe, turned, and walked calmly to a nearby stone where she sat down. She watched, hoping the ordeal would engrain in them the harsh realities of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, miles away in Jusdence, Rhys was facing some trouble. The atmosphere in the opulent presidential suite of a five-star hotel was thick with anticipation.

“They are coming.”

Rhys smiled knowingly, his tone calm yet confident. He turned to Patrick, his eyes sharp.

“Tell everyone to go back to sleep. This time, we are setting a trap and catching them all.”

Though Rhys didn’t elaborate further, Patrick could read between the lines and understood his plan.

“Mr. Green, are you sure you want to get personally involved?” he asked worriedly.

“Harlee warned me, Lemuel is not someone to be underestimated. He wears a mask of civility but operates from the shadows. If you get involved personally, I’m worried.”

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Rhys cut him off, his voice a low rumble.

“Then let him prove he has both the guts and the skill to take me down.”

“But…”

Patrick’s lips parted as if to argue further, but a single cold glance from Rhys silenced him.

“Understood. I’ll make the necessary arrangements immediately.”

Without another word, Patrick quickly exited the presidential suite. Once alone, Rhys pulled out his phone with practiced ease and sent a message to Harlee.

“Lee, are you in training right now?”

Harlee’s reply came almost instantly.

“Yeah, they are going through some serious snake-handling drills. How is everything on your end? Do you need Serena and the others to come lend a hand?”

After typing the message, Harlee followed it up with some photos of the recruits battling against a nest of saw-scaled vipers.

Rhys opened the image. It was a grisly scene, drenched in blood, and the corner of his eye twitched in reflex. He had to admit that Harlee was one of a kind. Even the angles she chose for her photos were refreshingly unique. A small smile tugged at his lips as he wrote, “There’s no need. It’s already in the final stages. Should be wrapped up in about three days.”

Rhys didn’t mention his plan because he didn’t want Harlee to worry about him in addition to the demanding training she was already juggling.

Harlee had always trusted Rhys implicitly. She had no reason to doubt him now. In her mind, Lemuel had gotten in over his head, and Rhys would effortlessly crush him without breaking a sweat.

“Alright. You have to wake up early tomorrow, right? Make sure you get some rest. These recruits are a handful, so I’ll need to keep an eye on them to avoid any unexpected disasters.”

Rhys’ smile softened at her message as he typed his last reply.

“Don’t wear yourself out too much. I’ll be there to help you in three days.”

However, neither of them could have predicted that three days would stretch into a month.

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