NOVPUBChapter 1396: 650 Please Sir_6 Chapter 1396: 650 Please Sir_6 He watched for a while before realizing that the guard at the door had disappeared.
Kuhar furrowed his brows, calling out once again: “Someone come.”
In the stormy dark night with poor visibility, he squints and notices a figure approaching.
“Who?” His professional instincts made him subconsciously reach for the gun at his waist.
The person was clad in a green raincoat, fully obscured by their hat.
Amidst the torrential downpour, they walked leisurely and composedly.
Kuhar didn’t think anyone would come at this time, surely his subordinates must be slacking off.
This person’s unusual behavior set off alarm bells in his mind.
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“Step any closer and I will shoot.” He fired a warning shot at the person’s feet.
The gunshot was perfectly drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.
The person didn’t stop despite the bullet at their feet, showing no signs of alarm or fear.
As Kuhar was making quick assessments, the person had already reached him.
Kuhar jumped in surprise.
How had they arrived so fast?
He quickly backed away, pointing his gun at the individual while surveying them warily: “Who the hell are you?”
The masked figure removed their hat, revealing a young and beautiful face.
Kuhar’s hand that held the gun shivered, a glint of greed flickering in his eyes.
He recovered quickly, pointing his gun at this person’s head again: “Are you the girl from Jimenez?”
“Mister Kuhar, this is our second meeting.”
Startled, Kuhar stared into the stranger’s eyes, recognition flashing across his face: “It’s you?”
The soldier who was with Victor just a few days ago.
At this point, it was clear to him that Victor had collaborated with these people, betraying us, absolutely outrageous.
“Mister Kuhar, put down your gun.
Shall we negotiate?”
The girl flashed a mischievous smile, lighting up the gloomy tent.
“Hmph, you riffraff, thinking to rebel at this time, you deserve to die.
What position do you have to negotiate with me?”
“Are you still expecting your soldiers to come to your rescue?
That may disappoint you; they can’t come anymore.” The young lady shook her head regretfully.
“You killed them?”
“No, I just let them have a good night’s sleep.
After all, given such terrible weather, they should stay in bed and enjoy sweet dreams.”
Kuhar was angered: “You’re incredibly audacious.”
“Compared to what you have done, I am just a drop in the ocean.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Do you know?
Among the workers you forced, those with yellow skin were hired by my family; they should be reunited with their families but are suffering inhumane torments here.
I’m here to rescue them.”
Kuhar could never imagine that one day, because of these Asian people, he would face such failure and disgrace.
“You think it’s possible?
I won’t let you take anyone away from here.”
Kuhar pulled the trigger, and the bullet was fired instantly.
However, to Kuhar’s surprise, someone in this world could actually move faster than a bullet.
Kuhar stumbled backwards, disbelieving: “This is impossible.
Are you a human or a ghost?”
Aubree Groove did not answer his foolish question.
She made him an offer, giving Kuhar no other choice but to surrender.
In the raging storm, the pitter-patter of footsteps urgently approached.
The next moment, the tent flaps were parted and Leandro Alvarez, Kennedy, Gandra, and others walked in.
These people were tense, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown.
At this point in time, they were still refusing to believe they had been saved.
Gandra, on the other hand, was the calmest among them.
Upon seeing the girl in the raincoat inside the tent, he lunged forward, excited: “Mistress, it really is you!”
A total of forty-eight sailors from the Rintos, wearing ragged clothes and looking gaunt, were initially baffled at seeing Aubree Groove, then disbelieving, and eventually, thrilled.
How could the Rintos’ employees not recognize their own mistress?
They could never forget her face even in their dreams.
They cried harder than Gandra was, sobbing “mistress.” To an outsider, it would seem like the mistress they wailed for had met with a terrible fate.
The Rintos had indeed not forgotten about them; the mistress had come personally to save them.
These people, despite their grievous suffering, were exceptionally lucky.
At the direst moment, they were given hope.
From that point onwards, to them, this young lady was their savior.
Aubree helps the now kneeling Gandra: “It was, unfortunately, your service to the Rintos that led to your undeserved plight.
This is a debt the Rintos owe you.
Saving you is my responsibility.
Once the storm passes, you should set off immediately.
Leandro, escort them back to Pethkids.
Make sure they are well taken care of.
When needed, provide them with psychological guidance,”
Their experiences here would certainly be a lifelong nightmare.
Without psychological guidance, these people will be ruined.
Looking at Aubree, Leandro asks, “Will the Mistress not be returning?”
Aubree glances at Kuhar on the ground with a smile: “Do you think I could leave?”
“This can’t be!
If the Mistress is not leaving, neither shall we,” Gandra immediately declared.
Aubree shakes her head: “I won’t be in any danger.
I’m only staying here to keep them occupied.
Otherwise, they would catch up to you before you even reach Pethkids.
We can’t afford any more bloodshed.”
“But Mistress…
”
Interrupting him, Aubree states, “Leandro, take them back to Pethkids and remember to medicate them first.”
Leandro led his group out of the tent.
Kennedy, who had been standing to the side, nervously approached: “What about the savages?”
After some thought, Aubree responds, “Take them back to reunite with their families first.”
Kennedy walked out of the tent.
Left alone in the tent, Aubree rubbed her temples.
The ongoing tumult had finally started to exhaust her.
She stared at Kuhar lying on the ground, wondering how to proceed.
Was she afraid?
Aubree laughed self-deprecatingly.
Alone against the world, what fear could she possibly have?
At the very least, she had rescued numerous families on the brink of destruction.
Shouldn’t she be happy?
Once everyone had left, the tent felt exceptionally desolate.
The wind kept blowing in through the gaps in the tent.
The tent flaps were once again lifted, and footsteps echoed.
Keeping her head down, Aubree asked, “What is it now?”
There was no response.
Just a faint stepping sound.
The next moment, an insulated cup was extended towards her.
Aubree looked at the hand, its long, slender fingers and clean nails gleaming like jade in the dim light.
“Have some hot tea to warm yourself up.”
