Chapter 813
What on earth was happening? A terrorist attack?
The Royal House of Vaelion’s security detail reacted the fastest. They instantly formed a tight defensive circle around Princess Isadora of Vaelion, drawing their weapons and aiming at the intruders.
The Vinton guards quickly regrouped, shielding Holden, Kiera, and the rest of the family.
But the mercenaries were heavily armed and clearly prepared for a war. With so many high-profile guests in the crossfire, a shootout would be a bloodbath, and the Vinton family would be held entirely responsible.
They couldn’t afford to engage blindly. They needed to figure out what these people wanted!
Serena stood calmly behind her uncles. She narrowed her luminous eyes at the mercenaries, examining them without a trace of panic.
“Who are you?” Silas demanded, standing at the forefront. Facing a wall of loaded weapons, he didn’t show a hint of fear. His imposing aura rivaled that of the hardened killers.
The mercenaries completely ignored Silas, their eyes scanning the terrified crowd as if hunting for a specific target.
“Whoa Black Jack muttered, ducking slightly behind Serena and whispering. “This is a pretty heavy setup p>
“Babe, you don’t think… one of the Ghost Alliance’s rivals tracked us down, do you p>
Black Jack rapidly racked her brain, running through every enemy they had crossed recently. Her eyes darted around the room with unmistakable excitement. Her professional instincts were kicking in.
She reflexively reached down her thigh for her weapon.
Nothing.
“Damn it, my gun p>
Jaxon had swiped it earlier.
“Probably not,” Serena murmured, her gaze sweeping over the mercenaries’ tactical gear and formations. She shook her head.
“They look intimidating, but their formation is sloppy. Some of them haven’t even taken the safety off p>
“They’re amateurs. If an enemy wanted to take down the Ghost Alliance, they wouldn’t send a bunch of rookies on a suicide mission p>
Every single one of the Ghost Alliance’s enemies was a ruthless powerhouse. Even The Phantom Hornets, a syndicate that caused absolute carnage internationally wasn’t enough to make the Ghost Alliance break a sweat.
Sending this crew to take them down was just insulting.
“Besides,” Serena scoffed softly, “if they were here for us, they wouldn’t just send thirty guys p>
Thirty mercenaries might be enough to hold up a room of civilians, but against the Ghost Alliance? It was a joke Uncle Douglas could probably take them out single-handedly before his coffee got cold,
Black Jack nodded, seeing the logic. Her eyes shifted toward Princess Isadora, who was flanked by royal guards.
“Maybe they’re here for the Princess? Some royal turf war? A kidnapping p>
Just then, Captain Kane took two heavy steps forward. He swept the room with his rifle, his gaze locking onto the terrified guests.
Silas’s face turned grim. He shot a sharp look at Douglas Vinton, silently ordering
him to get Holden, Kiera, and Serena out of there immediately.
But when Silas glanced back, he saw
his precious niece and her best
friend casually chatting. Hazel
Carring was practically pointing and laughing at the mercenaries, looking like she was watching a movie.
Serena looked equally unbothered, her expression as calm as a summer breeze.