Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 433 - 238 You must return safely

Oliver Baird walked out not to avoid Chloe Baird changing clothes, but because the doorbell downstairs was ringing like crazy.

Only Atlas Hallow would dare to press the doorbell like that, coming at this speed and with such momentum.

He instructed that if Atlas came, there was no need to stop him; otherwise, the doorbell to his manor would probably be bashed in with how many of his people were stationed around here. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

As soon as the door opened, he saw a man exuding hostility, with eyes that seemed ready to devour someone.

"Where is the king?" Atlas Hallow’s voice was somewhat hoarse, and as he spoke, it seemed like the air was filled with the scent of blood.

"If I knew where he was, would I still be waiting here?" Oliver glanced at Atlas with an expression suggesting he had lost his mind.

"Mia is my goddaughter. If I knew her exact location, I would have gone already." Could he sit by while Mia wasn’t being rescued? Even Chloe couldn’t sit still anymore, and Ethan was already on his way here.

"What else do you know, tell me..." Atlas Hallow’s face was pale, and even as he sat on the sofa, his body was tense.

"The king has been missing for ten years. You must know Rogers’ family; he was involved in arms dealing, laundering money through the family’s business, and escaped on the way to being imprisoned by his grandfather. The situation back then was quite tragic, so the king was disfigured. It’s said that he got a new face, so no one could recognize him, but he has some peculiar hobbies, such as liking the hot dogs in A District and... young girls." Oliver felt a little sick in his stomach when he said the last part.

The king is not a normal person, and his methods are extremely ruthless.

"A District, is it?" Atlas Hallow’s voice was as cold as ice, carrying an overwhelming murderous intent.

"If I’m not mistaken, he should be there." He had already sent many people to quietly infiltrate A District, but there was still no definite news, because Mia was too small, and he couldn’t make too much noise.

"I know you’re partners with Jason; he should already be on the way. You two surround A District from the back, seal off all exits except the ones in the front. I’ll guard the front." Oliver looked at Atlas Hallow’s rising killing intent, rarely seeing him so irrational. If he was left outside, he might go on a killing spree.

One tends to make mistakes when irrational, especially given that Atlas discovered Mia’s presence under such circumstances, there’s no way he could remain rational.

"I can set off, but there’s no place for me to put this." As the conversation went on, Chloe Baird came downstairs, a section of her pale waist exposed from her short clothes. Perhaps it was due to her young age, her frame had not fully developed, her small body wrapped in a sailor uniform, yet had a special charm, so delicate it seemed like it could be snapped with a slight touch.

Chloe Baird glanced at the man sitting in the living room and didn’t feel much. After all, she’d seen quite a few handsome men.

She held her customary handgun and a shiny silver sharp dagger, wearing this outfit meant she couldn’t carry anything else. She couldn’t just walk into A District holding these, right?

"You don’t need anything; just take this." Oliver pinned a cartoon brooch to her sailor suit collar. It was a very precise tracker.

"No way, if I see that king, I’ll gouge his eyes out." Chloe Baird said, then went upstairs again and came back with two hairpins pinned to her long hair. These hairpins were also her usual weapon; their special shape allowed her to slit throats silently when close to someone.

"Don’t act until I show up." Oliver seriously warned, given that this opponent was no ordinary one.

This girl’s guts were big enough to want to act on her own?

"There are eleven streets in A District. If we let him escape, yesterday would’ve been the last time we saw Mia. The king won’t leave any witnesses." That’s why Oliver called Atlas over.

A District is the most chaotic place in this city, filled with all sorts of people. There are eleven streets, and the sewers underground are all connected, making it very troublesome.

"Every sewer entrance will be guarded, every rooftop will have people arranged. None of you are allowed to touch the king; his life is mine." He wanted to end it personally. These hands hadn’t been stained with blood for many years, yet at this moment, he wanted to pick up a knife and slowly skin that man, making him taste the pain.

Didn’t he change his face? He would peel that face off again, ensuring he couldn’t live or die.

The bloodthirsty aura was overwhelming. At this moment, Atlas Hallow seemed terrifying, his suit only a façade of civilization, beneath which lay a blend of devil and Beast.

"Find him first, try not to fire any shots; Mia’s heart isn’t well." Oliver gave one last instruction as everyone prepared to enter A District.

Because Mia was such a fragile child, everything had to be handled cautiously. If the king didn’t have Mia in his hands, everything would be much easier.

Outside were already many people, converging from all directions, who began to act upon receiving their orders.

Atlas Hallow changed into an electrician’s outfit and put on a hat, pulling the brim low. His suit was too conspicuous; even if he found the king, he’d have been exposed the moment he entered.

Not a second could be wasted; he switched to an old, chipped car and drove straight toward A District.

"Atlas..." At the corner of Third Street in A District, his old friend Jason was already standing there.

Even though Atlas was in disguise, Jason recognized him at a glance.

"I’ve already stationed everyone. A District is like a bag now. I just checked, the king might be on Fifth Street because it’s the most convenient to escape from, with the sewers below forming a web." Jason pointed to the entrance of the street a few hundred meters away, which was Fifth Street.

At that moment, his phone rang. When Atlas picked it up, the only thing he heard was a woman’s husky voice: "I hope you can bring Mia back safely..." Just that sentence before she hung up again.

But that single sentence caused Atlas’s deep eyes to flicker with countless brilliant lights, making the whole world feel gentle.

He was determined to bring her heart back safely.

Upon entering this kind of district, he was immediately met with the overwhelming scent of crime.

The sound of old cars, rundown bars, a recycling station, black men in baggy clothes, white men smoking, yet very few Asians.

No one wanted to come here; it’s the place with the highest crime rate, homes to many habitual thieves, drug dealers, and street prostitutes in cheap skirts, whose smiles were disgusting. Atlas slowly approached Fifth Street, ignoring everyone else, focusing entirely on the street ahead.

Far ahead of him, heading toward Fifth Street, was Chloe Baird.

The young girl’s slender legs shimmered with a golden hue under the sunset, appearing as if she walked straight out of a comic.

As she paced, chewing gum synced with her steps, she blew a white bubble as someone approached to greet her.

Atlas lowered his hat brim, his cold eyes locked on her, afraid to miss a second.

Clearly, that man wasn’t the king, just a guy attempting to chat her up since the king wouldn’t disguise himself as a black man, even with a different face.

Chloe Baird coldly said in English, "Go away..."

The young black man already extended his hand, aiming to hug that exposed small waist, but before he could touch her, a hand seized it.

Chloe Baird looked at the man who appeared in front of her; he had very unusual hunter-green eyes and grayish-white hair, creating an indescribably strange feeling.

The black man’s face instantly twisted with pain, wailing started in just a few seconds.

Because his hand seemed like it was about to be broken, Chloe Baird looked at this peculiar man, gave a cold smile, and continued to blow her bubble as she walked forward.

Three, two, one...

She counted silently, and sure enough, someone tapped her shoulder.