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."

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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.

were spoken between the men, even after they had ridden their trucks and

one of the

killed her," one man hissed, referring to the one who had the chance to end Mint once

with

back of the truck, where all these men were seated.

man, who tranquilized her, just looked at them but said nothing. Instead of dwelling on their comments, he looked back at the other truck driving right

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at the guys near them

man muttered sarcastically, smirking. "Easier to

of our brothers," another person spoke quietly. "If those pussies don’t come back — at least, if most of them don’t — they’ll

is thinking," a third person said

Madam," the person who had stopped Mint’s

turned in his

next head of the Order, then... we know what kind of person we’d be bowing our heads to," he continued solemnly, noticing how everyone frowned at

were working together, these groups weren’t allied. If anything, they would kill each

Why?

from the Secret Order and the Zorken Family — or rather, the latter were no longer just the Zorken Family, but the criminal organization

discreetly until she marched to the island and claimed the territory while using the Order’s people as hostages. Hence, those who were on

woman, after all, was

that didn’t mean they would just listen 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

the other argued. "I’m 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

of silence fell in their truck before