Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Zoe glanced at the message and frowned. She had a feeling the hitman wasn't as simple as he seemed. It looked like Shawn and his team had nabbed the wrong guy.
Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Zoe sighed inwardly. She had been planning to use this hitman to mess with Shawn, but it seemed that plan was a bust now.
She wasn't the type to let her own affair drag innocent people into trouble—especially not Mandy, who had always treated her well.
After changing into a fresh outfit, Zoe prepared to head out.
Zoe pushed the limits of an ordinary Volkswagen, transforming it into a racing machine. At a blistering speed of over 120 miles per hour, she drifted and maneuvered through the city streets like lightning.
In less than ten minutes, she had left the city behind and arrived at the western outskirts, pulling up at an abandoned site.
Parking, cutting the engine, and stepping out of the car—all her movements were smooth and precise. Without hesitation, Zoe strode toward one of the derelict factories with unwavering determination.
With a bang, Zoe kicked the factory door wide open, revealing the vast, desolate interior.
The factory was shrouded in darkness, with no clutter to block the view. Zoe immediately spotted Mandy, who was bound in the center of the space.
Mandy hung precariously over 30 feet above the ground, tied to the ceiling. If the rope snapped, she would plummet straight down. Even if she survived, the fall would leave her gravely injured.
One glance was enough for Zoe to see that Mandy was barely conscious. Her expression turned icy as she took in the scene.
"Let her go," Zoe said coldly. "I'm the one you want. Release her now, and I might let you live. If not, I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
The icy voice carried no trace of emotion—neither joy nor sorrow—but Caesar, the mercenary, could feel a chilling intent to kill emanating from it. It was the kind of lethal aura that only the deadliest hunter at the top of the food chain could possess.
'There's no way a little girl like her could pull off such a terrifying presence. It's all just a show,' affirmed Caesar in his mind.
Caesar dismissed the thought with a sneer, even letting out a mocking laugh. "Ha! What a gutsy little brat. You've got some nerve saying 'let me live.' Do you even know who I am?"
Suspended precariously from the ceiling, Mandy swayed weakly. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to focus, and through the haze, she saw Zoe standing face-to-face with Caesar.
Mandy thought, 'She's here. She really came to save me.'
Below, Caesar noticed Zoe's silence. She hadn't even spared him a glance, and his expression darkened, his anger boiling over.
After years of working as a mercenary on the international stage, he had never encountered such an insolent brat. 'Damn it! She's treating me like I'm invisible—like I'm nothing!' he fumed inwardly.
With a furious growl, Caesar declared, "Let me tell you exactly who I am! I'm Caesar, ranked 108 on the international mercenary leaderboard—a world-class mercenary who makes a living by killing. What do you think, little girl? Scared out of your wits yet?"
He was an international mercenary. Sure, he wasn't a big name on the global rankings, but in a place like Clusia, taking down a teenager was a walk in the park.
Yeah, he'd let this little brat know exactly who was sending her to her grave.
Caesar fully expected Zoe to freak out the moment she heard his name.
And he wasn't wrong. Mandy, dangling over 30 feet high from the ceiling and just regaining consciousness, went pale as a ghost when she heard Caesar's words. 'An international mercenary has been sent to kill us!' she thought.
"Zoe! Zoe!" Mandy screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Run! You can't beat him; he's an international mercenary! Just leave me and go!" Her voice broke completely as she shouted.
After all, they were just regular students from Highcrest University. They could never possibly handle something like this.
An international mercenary was someone they couldn't even dream of defeating. Even Philip, the campus heartthrob, wouldn't stand a chance here. This was life and death.
Caesar, clearly pleased with Mandy's reaction, turned his sharp, gleaming eyes toward Zoe.
"Oh, so you're just some nobody ranked outside the top 100? No wonder I've never heard of you." Zoe's tone was light, almost dismissive.
To Firefox, the reigning number one on the international mercenary leaderboard and a legend in her own right, anyone ranked outside the top 100 wasn't even worth a second thought. Naturally, Caesar's name was unfamiliar to her.
But those seemingly casual words didn't just leave Mandy stunned. They also made Caesar's expression shift dramatically.
Though Zoe's words sounded calm, they were a direct jab at a professional mercenary's pride. It wasn't just an insult; it was a blatant humiliation.
For Caesar, failing to break into the top 100 of the international mercenary rankings was the greatest blemish of his career. And now, Zoe had exposed that wound for all to see.
"You little brat! Watch your mouth!" Caesar roared, his voice filled with fury. "You're not walking out of here alive today! Prepare to die!"
Blinded by rage, Caesar charged at Zoe with unstoppable momentum, his movements wild and ferocious.
Close combat was Caesar's specialty. As he sprinted forward, his hand flipped, and a gleaming dagger appeared as if by magic.
The distance between Caesar and Zoe shrank rapidly, and Mandy's cries grew louder. Just as the dagger was about to slice across Zoe's throat, she moved.
Zoe leaned back, effortlessly dodging the blade. In the same motion, she twisted her hips and delivered a sharp kick to Caesar's elbow.
As the dagger flew through the air, Zoe launched herself upward with astonishing agility. Her body twisted in a 250-degree spin mid-air, soaring over Caesar's head like an eagle in flight.
Before Caesar could even process what was happening, a cold hand clamped down on the back of his neck with unerring precision.
Caesar's eyes widened in shock. By the time he realized what was going on and tried to evade, it was already too late.
In the mercenary world, fights are often decided in a single move. The stronger the mercenary, the more capable they are of ending a fight in an instant.
Caesar, a veteran of the mercenary underworld who had encountered countless skilled fighters, never imagined anyone could execute such a move. To leap into the air, land behind him, and immobilize him in one seamless motion—it was beyond anything he had ever seen.
That move—leaping through the air and striking from behind—was something Caesar had only witnessed once before. Only one person in the world could move with such speed and precision: the number one international mercenary, Firefox.
Though Caesar had only seen Firefox from a distance once, the memory was seared into his mind.
Suddenly, the realization hit him like a lightning bolt. Caesar's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
His voice cracked, his pupils constricted, and he stammered as he pointed at Zoe. He shouted in front of Mandy, exposing her true identity. "That move... Y-You're not just some ordinary student! You're not just the Evans family's small-town heiress. You're Fire—"
Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Zoe sighed inwardly. She had been planning to use this hitman to mess with Shawn, but it seemed that plan was a bust now.
She wasn't the type to let her own affair drag innocent people into trouble—especially not Mandy, who had always treated her well.
After changing into a fresh outfit, Zoe prepared to head out.
Zoe pushed the limits of an ordinary Volkswagen, transforming it into a racing machine. At a blistering speed of over 120 miles per hour, she drifted and maneuvered through the city streets like lightning.
In less than ten minutes, she had left the city behind and arrived at the western outskirts, pulling up at an abandoned site.
Parking, cutting the engine, and stepping out of the car—all her movements were smooth and precise. Without hesitation, Zoe strode toward one of the derelict factories with unwavering determination.
With a bang, Zoe kicked the factory door wide open, revealing the vast, desolate interior.
The factory was shrouded in darkness, with no clutter to block the view. Zoe immediately spotted Mandy, who was bound in the center of the space.
Mandy hung precariously over 30 feet above the ground, tied to the ceiling. If the rope snapped, she would plummet straight down. Even if she survived, the fall would leave her gravely injured.
One glance was enough for Zoe to see that Mandy was barely conscious. Her expression turned icy as she took in the scene.
"Let her go," Zoe said coldly. "I'm the one you want. Release her now, and I might let you live. If not, I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
The icy voice carried no trace of emotion—neither joy nor sorrow—but Caesar, the mercenary, could feel a chilling intent to kill emanating from it. It was the kind of lethal aura that only the deadliest hunter at the top of the food chain could possess.
'There's no way a little girl like her could pull off such a terrifying presence. It's all just a show,' affirmed Caesar in his mind.
Caesar dismissed the thought with a sneer, even letting out a mocking laugh. "Ha! What a gutsy little brat. You've got some nerve saying 'let me live.' Do you even know who I am?"
Suspended precariously from the ceiling, Mandy swayed weakly. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to focus, and through the haze, she saw Zoe standing face-to-face with Caesar.
Mandy thought, 'She's here. She really came to save me.'
Below, Caesar noticed Zoe's silence. She hadn't even spared him a glance, and his expression darkened, his anger boiling over.
After years of working as a mercenary on the international stage, he had never encountered such an insolent brat. 'Damn it! She's treating me like I'm invisible—like I'm nothing!' he fumed inwardly.
With a furious growl, Caesar declared, "Let me tell you exactly who I am! I'm Caesar, ranked 108 on the international mercenary leaderboard—a world-class mercenary who makes a living by killing. What do you think, little girl? Scared out of your wits yet?"
He was an international mercenary. Sure, he wasn't a big name on the global rankings, but in a place like Clusia, taking down a teenager was a walk in the park.
Yeah, he'd let this little brat know exactly who was sending her to her grave.
Caesar fully expected Zoe to freak out the moment she heard his name.
And he wasn't wrong. Mandy, dangling over 30 feet high from the ceiling and just regaining consciousness, went pale as a ghost when she heard Caesar's words. 'An international mercenary has been sent to kill us!' she thought.
"Zoe! Zoe!" Mandy screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Run! You can't beat him; he's an international mercenary! Just leave me and go!" Her voice broke completely as she shouted.
After all, they were just regular students from Highcrest University. They could never possibly handle something like this.
An international mercenary was someone they couldn't even dream of defeating. Even Philip, the campus heartthrob, wouldn't stand a chance here. This was life and death.
Caesar, clearly pleased with Mandy's reaction, turned his sharp, gleaming eyes toward Zoe.
"Oh, so you're just some nobody ranked outside the top 100? No wonder I've never heard of you." Zoe's tone was light, almost dismissive.
To Firefox, the reigning number one on the international mercenary leaderboard and a legend in her own right, anyone ranked outside the top 100 wasn't even worth a second thought. Naturally, Caesar's name was unfamiliar to her.
But those seemingly casual words didn't just leave Mandy stunned. They also made Caesar's expression shift dramatically.
Though Zoe's words sounded calm, they were a direct jab at a professional mercenary's pride. It wasn't just an insult; it was a blatant humiliation.
For Caesar, failing to break into the top 100 of the international mercenary rankings was the greatest blemish of his career. And now, Zoe had exposed that wound for all to see.
"You little brat! Watch your mouth!" Caesar roared, his voice filled with fury. "You're not walking out of here alive today! Prepare to die!"
Blinded by rage, Caesar charged at Zoe with unstoppable momentum, his movements wild and ferocious.
Close combat was Caesar's specialty. As he sprinted forward, his hand flipped, and a gleaming dagger appeared as if by magic.
The distance between Caesar and Zoe shrank rapidly, and Mandy's cries grew louder. Just as the dagger was about to slice across Zoe's throat, she moved.
Zoe leaned back, effortlessly dodging the blade. In the same motion, she twisted her hips and delivered a sharp kick to Caesar's elbow.
As the dagger flew through the air, Zoe launched herself upward with astonishing agility. Her body twisted in a 250-degree spin mid-air, soaring over Caesar's head like an eagle in flight.
Before Caesar could even process what was happening, a cold hand clamped down on the back of his neck with unerring precision.
Caesar's eyes widened in shock. By the time he realized what was going on and tried to evade, it was already too late.
In the mercenary world, fights are often decided in a single move. The stronger the mercenary, the more capable they are of ending a fight in an instant.
Caesar, a veteran of the mercenary underworld who had encountered countless skilled fighters, never imagined anyone could execute such a move. To leap into the air, land behind him, and immobilize him in one seamless motion—it was beyond anything he had ever seen.
That move—leaping through the air and striking from behind—was something Caesar had only witnessed once before. Only one person in the world could move with such speed and precision: the number one international mercenary, Firefox.
Though Caesar had only seen Firefox from a distance once, the memory was seared into his mind.
Suddenly, the realization hit him like a lightning bolt. Caesar's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
His voice cracked, his pupils constricted, and he stammered as he pointed at Zoe. He shouted in front of Mandy, exposing her true identity. "That move... Y-You're not just some ordinary student! You're not just the Evans family's small-town heiress. You're Fire—"
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