Chapter 169: Set A Fire

Chapter 169: Set a Fire

The rule was that if the mission failed, one had to commit suicide as an

apology. This time, the master showed mercy and spared Aidan's life,

which was unexpected.

The old man didn't show much emotion when he heard the news. But

when he brought up another matter, a hint of anger crept into his voice.

"Did she notice anything suspicious?"

"Well..." Mr. King didn't dare answer. He wasn't on site and wasn't sure

what that woman had discovered.

"She probably didn't. Aidan never leaves any evidence behind. Just let

him stay in the hospital for now and not go anywhere else.”

The reply was unsatisfactory but at least Uncle wasn't as angry

anymore.

Outside the door, Cheyenne held a tray and listened intently to what

was being said inside. She couldn't hear everything clearly but caught

snippets like "Uncle", "Aidan", and "drug trial".

What did it all mean? What were they researching?

Her intuition told her that this wasn't good news at all. However, just as

she leaned closer to listen better, the guards on the second floor

staircase noticed her presence.

"Damn it! Who let her in?"

"Get her!"

Cheyenne turned back, shooting an angry glare at them. It was always

the worst time for interruptions. She sighed in annoyance, picked up

the wine bottle from the tray, and swung it forcefully. The exquisite

Bordeaux wine, worth ten thousand dollars a bottle, was wasted.

The pursuing bodyguards chased after Cheyenne, but she moved like a

slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the railing,

plummeting from the third floor, a drop of at least thirty feet.

Her movements were fluid and precise, her outstretched arms

resembling a dancing swan, a sight too beautiful to look away from.

"Wow!"

A chorus of astonished gasps filled the hall.

Cheyenne spotted the railing on the second-floor balcony and, in the

midst of her rapid descent, seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360-

degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her

body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor.

Her body swung outward, and as she landed, she gracefully knelt on

one knee, landing securely on a table in the lobby, unscathed.

Reece had already run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as

he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his chest were used to hit

people.

High heels weren't convenient for running, but they became his

weapon.

At this moment, the strap of the red dress broke, revealing his strong

shoulders.

With messy hair, he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely

and barefoot.

This image was far from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren't for

the situation being wrong, Cheyenne would really laugh at it.

She snapped her fingers at him.

Reece suddenly understood and quickly took out a lighter from his bag.

"Take it!" he shouted loudly.

The metal retro lighter formed a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as

countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through

the wide hall from that man's hand before finally landing on a fair-

skinned small hand.

Dominic hid under the table and slowly moved out while no one noticed

him. While everyone was distracted, he had to escape quickly.

On the third floor, the two who finally received news changed their

faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was

caught off guard by Uncle's two slaps on his face. "What are you

doing? You actually let an outsider mix in here!"

“Uncle, I'm sorry. I'll go take care of it now."

Mr. King walked outside where he looked down from third floor level;

locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an

undeveloped boy cause trouble on his territory!

He coldly ordered, "Get someone to catch him! Skin him alive, beat him

up badly, then throw him into sea to feed fish!"

That group of bodyguards began another round of besiege while

Cheyenne glanced at Reece before shouting sternly, "Run fast!"

Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible when

Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her hand, and the blue flame

flickered before the eyes of the onlookers.

In between was warm yellow flame while outer layer was blue light.

As we all know, the highest temperature is not external flame but

internal flame.

She stretched out her slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through

the flames - beautiful indeed!

The next second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling

away her lighter.

Metal hit the ground...

The blue flames quickly consumed the spilled red wine on the ground,

spreading rapidly along the legs of the table and climbing up to the

golden curtains in the hall. The chaos was getting worse by the second.

"Run!" Someone shouted from within the crowd, causing even more

panic among those wealthy people trying to escape.

Cheyenne waved goodbye to Mr. King on the second floor and blew

him a kiss, feeling proud like a fox who had just tasted something

sweet. "Bye-bye!"

Mr. King slammed his hand angrily against an iron railing that was

perfectly carved with intricate patterns, leaving a dent in it as he glared

at Cheyenne with bloodshot eyes. "Catch him! Dead or alive!"

"Yes."

Meanwhile, Cheyenne had grabbed Reece and headed towards an exit

door while kicking over a bookshelf in their way. Books rained down on

top of security guards’ heads and shoulders, blocking their path.

Dominic was struggling with old Mr. Barlow who clung onto his shoulder

tightly, refusing to let go as he accused Dominic of using him for his

own gain. "You little brat! If I die, you won't live either!"

Cheyenne didn't have time for this old man's nonsense; if they were

caught by anyone chasing them from behind, then they would all be

dead.

Without hesitation, she aimed a silver needle directly at old Mr Barlow's

fatal point - hitting him right where it hurts most - causing him to fall

straight down onto some shelves behind them without making another

sound.

Old Mr. Barlow was gone just like that!

Dominic looked enviously at how skilled Cheyenne was; despite acting

like everything was under his control, he knew deep down that he

wasn't as good as Cheyenne when it came down to actual fighting

skills.

As they pushed open some bookshelves, blocking their way out, those

people chasing after them finally caught up.

"Quickly run!" Cheyenne barked angrily, and Dominic snapped back to

reality, immediately sprinting towards the door.

Her car was parked right outside, and the three of them hopped in

swiftly. The gas pedal pressed down on, they sped away.