Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1795: Take down the third one

BANG!

The man froze at the sound of gunfire from behind him. He looked back, his eyes landing on another man who stood a few paces away from the first. This second man stopped the first one from shooting Mint in the head. His gun was raised, smoke rising from the muzzle of his rifle as he had fired into the sky.

The second guy huffed and lowered his gun, marching toward Mint and his "comrade."

"What are you doing?" the second guy asked, his eyes lowering to Mint. "We do not kill in this land."

The first person looked at the man flatly, emotionlessly. "She killed our men."

"Your men, not mine," the other guy responded, pushing him by the chest before bending down to pick up Mint. "I’m taking her back to the mansion."

With that, he tossed Mint over his broad shoulder like a sack, then faced the first guy.

"Tell your people we already got her," he said before walking away down the empty road, waiting on the side until he caught a vehicle’s lights approaching.

The first guy clicked his tongue and just watched the man go before he huffed and reached for his pocket. Once he took out a small device, he spoke into it.

"Go back. We found her."

---

Three trucks came to pick up where Mint was tranquilized, gathering everyone who had been searching the field for her. The situation wouldn’t normally bring a happy atmosphere, considering the state of the very island they were standing on.

However, even when they regrouped, the air in the group of men was tense. It wasn’t the type of tension one would have from having a casualty. More like a tension between two different groups thrown into one, now forced to work together.

a few words were spoken between the men, even after they had

of the

one man hissed, referring to the one who had the chance

uttered with displeasure. "Might as well

all these men were seated. All

them but said nothing. Instead of dwelling on their comments,

**

in the other truck, they looked at the guys near them before exchanging looks with each

muttered sarcastically, smirking. "Easier to end them all right

of our brothers," another person spoke quietly. "If those pussies don’t come back —

the Madam is thinking," a third person said grimly.

Madam," the person who had stopped Mint’s execution spoke. His voice was

turned in his direction, staring at

kind of person we’d be bowing our heads

together, these groups weren’t allied. If anything, they would

Why?

and the Zorken Family — or rather, the latter were no longer just the Zorken Family, but the criminal organization Nathalie had established. Unlike the Secret Order, which followed protocol and code, those

she marched to the island and claimed the territory while using the Order’s people as hostages. Hence, those who were on the island at the time agreed to her conditions — all to keep their friends, families, and loved

woman, after all, was rotten to

her mindlessly. They simply couldn’t approach the matter recklessly, especially when their priority was the

man from the Shadow Order clicked his tongue and glared

angry, and I would love to do the honor. But a woman like her would’ve surely thought that we could kill her. She’s not going to do all this without making sure all of us die alongside

silence fell in their truck