“I’m jealous of your husband.” As Christopher Lancelot spoke, he pulled out a business card from his pocket and shoved it in Xyla Quest’s hand.
There was nothing else but his name and contact number on the business card.
“Feel free to call me whenever you encounter a problem in the future… No matter what problem it is, I’ll be able to help you,” he added.
Xyla’s mouth fell open upon hearing his kind offer. If somebody else had told her this, Xyla would definitely have thought they were bragging. However, she felt reassured when the promise came out of his mouth.
“What exactly do you do for a living?” Xyla asked.
Was he really a gangster? Was he one of the high-ups among the gangster?
The enemies and the glory he mentioned earlier seemed related to a gangster’s life, were they not?
“It doesn’t matter…”
Suddenly, the cabin door was kicked open. A murderous aura poured into the room, leaving a chill of evilness in the air.
Christopher glared at the door. His face darkened instantaneously. Likewise, Xyla turned to face the door, goosebumps creeping all over her arms.
One by one, familiar faces appeared and came into her sight. It was Stanley Batton, Zack Cassidy, and a group of his men standing at the doorway. Stanley stood in front of the rest. He was dressed all in black, looking just like Hades walking out of the hell, ready to take lives with him. Behind them, Christopher’s men were all lying unconsciously along the aisle.
Bewilderment flashed in Christopher’s eyes the moment he saw Stanley. “Fifth Master, why are you here?”
Stanley glance coldly at him. His eyes seemed to burn. Without paying any heed to him, Stanley ran across the cabin to Xyla and clasped her shoulders nervously. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“No…” Xyla shook her head.
Upon hearing that, Stanley’s eyes soften right away. It was a weight off his mind, knowing she was safe after all.
However, Xyla was a little surprised at Christopher’s question.
Did the two of them know each other?
“She’s your girl?” Christopher looked at Stanley and asked.
Next thing he knew, he was overwhelmed by fear, and he could feel a chill down his spine. If he had really done something to her just now, Stanley would have…
“Why are you here?” Stanley glowered at Christopher indifferently.
Christopher explained, “Ada brought your girl over to ‘sleep’ with me, but I was kind. I didn’t touch her at all. Speaking of which, how did you get in here? My men were all out there. You didn’t kill them, did you?” He paused, and his face was all serious now.
Stanley ignored him. He proceeded to princess-carry Xyla and stalked out of the cabin.
Overwhelmed with fury, Christopher immediately ran after him. Nevertheless, Zack extended his long arms and blocked his way. “Master Lancelot, your men were just knocked out by us. They’re absolutely fine.”
With that, Zack left the cabin and caught up with Stanley. The men they brought left together with them too.
Christopher frowned and walked out of the cabin. Looking at his unconscious henchman scattered all over the corridor, he could not help but curse. “Sh*t! Nice one, Stanley Batton… F*ck you!”
He lifted his head and looked at the group leaving. Mixed feelings swirled in his heart as he stared at Stanley carrying Xyla in his arms.
Stanley carried Xyla all the way to the deck. There was a helicopter on the deck. Its blades were rotating rapidly, causing a gust of wind to blow across their faces.
“Do you know Christopher?” Xyla looked at Stanley and asked.