They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 309: They Aren’t Normal People Alright?!

And like the others, the people who saw did not snitch.

Not one word.

Target by target, one by one… they all escaped.

The guards who had proudly surrounded the area minutes ago now stood awkwardly in the fading evening light, eyes down, uniforms dusty, hearts pounding, not from the chase, but from what they had to do next.

Report.

One of them reluctantly pressed the comm button. “Sir… please skip to—uh—I mean, the target escaped.”

There was silence. Then another voice chimed in.

“Sir… he escaped too.”

“Sir, she escaped—”

“Sir, the Baron also escaped—”

Each voice came with more dread, more guilt, more unwillingness, like messengers delivering doom scrolls to a very angry god.

Inside the sleek black car parked by the roadside, Assistant Michael sat completely still, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the dashboard like it had personally offended him. He felt like Job in the Bible, bad news crashing in one after the other, no time to breathe.

Another buzz. “Sir… she escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

His eyebrow twitched.

“Sir, he escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

His hands clenched.

“Sir—”

Assistant Michael growled lowly, gripping the armrest like it might jump out the window, “if one more person says he

were dead

be the final nail, hesitated

“SIR!”

“Yes?!”

“…They escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

Michael’s eye twitched violently.

it across the road.

from a distance, pretending to check their

ANY other words in your vocabulary?!” he shouted. “Is ‘they escaped’ the only thing you know how to say? Can’t you be a little more creative? Say something like—’they performed a miracle, sir!’ Or ‘they

The surbodinates “..?”

They exchanged glances.

though, was it?” one of them

for Assistant Michael, a broken phone was not a good excuse for

face, muttering under his

Michael’s mind, one of his subordinates calmly walked over to the shattered phone, picked it up like it was

kind of silent loyalty that screamed: “I’m used to cleaning up after your mess. I’ll probably

saying nothing. Assistant Michael accepted it without a word either, staring at

and dialed Interim King Obinna’s number. His thumb hovered over the call button for a second too long, as if

It did.

them with you,” came Obinna’s voice, sharp and

was a pause. Assistant Michael’s mouth opened, but no words came. He looked at the guards around him, the same ones who had annoyed him moments ago with their “he escaped, she

Now look at him.

he began, the words bitter on his

The surbodinates “…”

from the king, from his