The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 629: F Around And Find Out

"Seize that bitch!"

The closest ones to Lola were the guards standing watch at the stage. They rushed toward her, weapons raised and pointed in her direction. But just as the first man reached her, Lola grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.

She then raised her foot, striking the second man approaching her square in the jaw. The third cocked his rifle, aimed at her, and pulled the trigger without a second of hesitation.

But alas, she was faster.

Still holding the first man by the arm, which she had twisted behind his back, Lola yanked him forward and used his body as a shield. His body jolted violently as bullets tore through him, causing the shooter to freeze for a split second. Unfortunately for him, the moment he hesitated, a bullet tore straight through the center of his brows.

The crowd near the stage recoiled, some scrambling away in panic. But many remained rooted to the ground, watching with wide, unblinking eyes.

More mercenaries rushed toward Lola at once, yet every movement she made was smooth and coordinated. She looked as though she were dancing—each step graceful, each strike brutally efficient.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Crouching behind the last mercenary she had taken down, Lola pressed his own gun against the back of his neck and fired three times. Blood splattered across her cheek, making her squint one eye shut.

Slowly, she lifted her head and rose to her feet, surrounded by fallen mercenaries she had taken down in under five minutes. The corners of her lips curled into a vile smirk, making those who witnessed it wonder whether the person who had arrived was a savior—or simply another demon come to terrorize them.

Either way, Gehran, the governor, understood one thing clearly.

"Peppa," her voice echoed as she wiped the blood from her cheek with the back of her hand. "Has anyone ever told you, keep fucking around, and you’ll find out?"

She smirked again. "Stay right there. I’ll come to you."

Gehran’s breath hitched, his complexion paling as he watched her march toward the building he occupied. His body trembled as his eyes followed her every step.

"What are you doing?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Seize her—kill her! Don’t let her get near me!!"

The mercenaries glanced up at the panic-stricken governor, then back at Lola. Following orders, they surged toward her, forcing their way through the crowd.

The crowd, meanwhile, split into different reactions. Some screamed and fled. Others stayed, shifting only enough to avoid stray bullets. A few lowered their gazes, as if making a decision of their own.

And the rest?

They watched as Lola cut down everyone who stood in her way, slaughtering them in full view.

This was a public execution, just not the one they had been forced to witness.

"That..." Gehran trembled as he watched his men fall one after another. His complexion drained with every spill of blood, and his body shook violently each time another corpse hit the ground with a heavy thud.

He stumbled backward, losing his footing on the step beneath him.

"Ack—!" He landed hard on his backside, nearly shaking the balcony with his weight. He winced in pain, but the terror racing toward him numbed it instantly.

"She’s... she’s coming here," he muttered in dread. His mind replayed how effortlessly she was advancing. In no time, she would reach him and... slaughter him.

"Governor!" the young lackey dropped to his knees beside him, panic etched deep into his face. "We have to go! We have to go now!"

Jarvis, meanwhile, watched as Lola somersaulted over a man mid-fight, gripping the mercenary by the chin and slamming him head-first into the ground.

"Looney," he muttered, eyes gleaming with malice. Drawing a pistol, he aimed in her direction. From where he stood, he had a clear shot. "If only I could take her out..."

Jarvis was a sharpshooter. He knew that with this pistol, he could end her. And if she fell, the morale of anyone inspired by her would collapse.

BANG!

Jarvis fired—but at the same instant, something struck the body of his pistol, knocking the shot off course. The force jolted the weapon from his grip. His stray bullet flew elsewhere and struck one of the cages.

The cage housing Scarlet and the squad burst into flames instantly.

As the fire spread rapidly, it cast more light across the square, illuminating the center stage.

Slowly, Jarvis turned his gaze toward it, only to see a man standing atop loosened ropes.

Haji.

Haji lowered a rifle, his eyes locked onto Jarvis. "Jarvis," he breathed through gritted teeth. "You’re mine."

For the first time, Jarvis’s composure cracked. Though his expression remained outwardly calm, his throat bobbed. His heartbeat slowed, but each beat thundered in his ears.

"Governor! Sir Jarvis!"

One of the mercenaries inside the building burst onto the balcony, breathless.

Before he even spoke, the three of them already knew the news was bad.

"We have to evacuate the building—now!" the mercenary shouted, panic dripping from his voice. "The residents are forcing their way inside! Our defenses won’t hold!"

Their breaths hitched, especially the governor, who scrambled to his feet.

"Quick!" the young lackey urged. "Help me with the governor!"

Jarvis and the mercenary hauled Gehran upright. It took all three of them to lift him fully. Unsurprisingly, since the governor treated every meal like a feast.

But just as they managed to get him standing—and as the first wave of chaos surged upward— a loud rotor roared overhead.

Time seemed to freeze, and everything came to an abrupt halt.

Slowly, heads tilted skyward as a helicopter emerged from between the surrounding buildings. One of the spotlights swung upward, illuminating its open door and the man standing within.

Atlas stood there, holding a megaphone he’d looted from somewhere, lifting it calmly to his lips.

"People of Ha," his flat voice echoed, so emotionless it stunned those hearing it for the first time.

Atlas lazily fluttered his eyelashes, eyes settling on the balcony where Gehran lay slumped on the floor.

"I’ve changed my mind," he said. "I no longer need your votes."

His gaze sharpened as he studied the pathetic governor. Then, in the same toneless voice, he declared,

"I’m staking a claim on Ravah."