Julius fell into a state of unconsciousness, badly injured.
The attackers showed no mercy. Julius, lacking any fighting skills, didn't know how to avoid vital areas and nearly had several ribs broken. Throughout the journey, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath came in shallow, intermittent gasps.
Arabella returned to the car, smiling faintly as she instructed the driver to continue.
The driver and the other indifferent passengers saw her return unharmed, not looking like someone who had been thoroughly abused. They couldn't tell whether the woman had just been too carefree, pleasing several men so well that they decided to spare her.
But judging from her gait, she didn't look like someone who had just finished serving a man.
In any case, it wasn't their concern.
When they reached the border town, Arabella helped the unconscious Julius out of the car, while the others on the vehicle were still remarking on how lucky the two of them were.
At least they had saved their lives.
Once the car drove off, Arabella casually threw Julius onto the ground.
She didn't care whether the other lived or died. If he was truly an undercover agent, he would easily withstand such minor injuries. If not, then death would be his fate.
Her heart remained unmoved as she let him struggle between life and death.
As per the scheduled time, Raven and the leader of the stronghold, appeared at the roadside on time.
"Master Unknown—"
As soon as the leader saw Arabella casually standing at the roadside, he immediately bowed respectfully.
He was an extremely ruthless man who had once been a pirate. When the government launched a full-scale purge, he fled across the seas to Rus.
By chance, he ended up in the Rus stronghold, working as a thug.
His fearlessness, willing to kill and charge forward with reckless abandon, caught Arabella's attention, earning him a place of trust and further use.
Fandel's secret strongholds consisted of two: one in the capital, and one was here, specifically reserved as a transit point for goods.
Raven cast his gaze on the young man lying unconscious on the ground, wondering if the suddenly appeared missionary was the person Arabella had referred to as useful.
"Raven, take the man, and you, lead the way."
This little place, being Fandel's border town and adjacent to Rus, was a place full of mixed elements. It was extremely easy for people to hide within the town without being discovered. Slave markets were prevalent, where humans were treated as livestock, making the town a highly dangerous no-man's land.
Everyone followed Arabella's orders, staying in the town temporarily while awaiting pickup from the Rus stronghold.
The leader here fawned over them along the way, asking after their well-being with excessive courtesy.
"Master Unknown, you must stay with me for a while this time. Tonight, we'll drink until we can't leave."
Arabella smiled and nodded, even instructing the leader to prepare a feast for the evening.
"Make sure you have enough wine—"
"Alright, Master Unknown."
Upon arriving at the stronghold's base, Arabella first instructed her men to settle Julius and have a local doctor tend to him.
In the afternoon, the leader reported the situation of their stronghold over the past few years to Arabella. He had established himself as a dominant figure in this small town, living a decent life with his growing and expanding group.
That evening, everyone at the stronghold gathered with the leader to toast to Arabella, though many did so with less than kind intentions.
The title "Master Unknown" was well-known, and everyone expected someone formidable, a person who commanded respect.
At first, when Raven and his men arrived, everyone assumed the tall, cold-faced man was the Master Unknown.
But to their surprise, Master Unknown turned out to be a delicate, frail woman.
It was a shock to all.
Then, they looked at the leader, who was usually loud and cruel, and now, in front of this woman, he behaved like a meek little kitten, which stirred some dissatisfaction among the men.
In this chaotic world, survival depended on strength and ability.
To the men, women were naturally weak and useless. The idea of a woman holding power over them and giving orders was deeply frustrating.
Arabella ignored the glares and gestures of discontent. She welcomed everyone, drinking over a dozen bottles of strong liquor before, with Raven's help, stumbling away from the crowd.
As she entered her room, she left Raven outside, waving her hand, her voice tinged with alcohol. "Tonight, I plan to enjoy myself. You do what you need to do."
Raven gave her a respectful glance before retreating to his own quarters, no longer standing guard at the door.
"Are you tired? I've got you an ice drink to sober up," Albatross said, naturally pulling Arabella into his arms as she returned, reeking of alcohol. He gently handed her a towel, unfolded it, and slowly began to wipe her face.
Arabella leaned comfortably into his embrace, enjoying his tender care.
She took Albatross's hand, fiddling with his fingers as she smiled, her mood lightened by the alcohol. "Did you miss me?"
Albatross nuzzled his head into her neck, giving it a playful bite. He half-whined, "I've been thinking about you nonstop. You didn't even think of me?"
Albatross's stubbled jaw scratched lightly at her neck, making her itch. Arabella smiled and gave him a tolerant look. "You should be thinking of me. What's the point of me raising you so tall and strong?"
"Arabella, I want to be with you for life," Albatross said, holding her tightly, his face nuzzling against hers, full of hope for their future.
For life?
Arabella couldn't help but laugh, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
How long was her life supposed to be? She didn't even know. One wrong step, and she could have her head blown off.
Death was a constant shadow that followed her every day. Her life was probably as short as a shooting star—brief, fleeting.
She turned around and patted his head, letting out a mock laugh. "Enough. Stop being foolish. If I die, do you plan to die with me?"
"If you die, I'll die with you," Albatross replied with absolute certainty, his eyes reddened, as if afraid that Arabella might leave him the next moment.
Arabella nodded, but in her heart, she wasn't convinced.
Vows were nothing more than words scattered in the air, no more significant than a fleeting fart.
On this day, Albatross felt an unusual passion and ferocity, clinging to Arabella and almost taking on a predatory stance.
Once again and again, with strong rhythm.
Arabella was hugging Albatross's robust waist, and she was breathing heavily as she held his hand and squeezed his palm against her breasts.
Hearing this, he pressed her tightly for a deep kiss, exhaling hot breath that stirred her emotions.
"Squeeze my nipples a little more, it feels good." Arabella's eyes were glazed over, his eyes half-closed and half-open, looking very contented as she allowed Albatross to tease and play with her.
Albatross was unreserved, and he reached out to grab the breasts in his hands. He lowered his head and bit into a red and rosy nipple.
The nipples became more prominent and flushed as they were bitten and ravaged by teeth.
"Arabella, lick me." Albatross spread his legs and rubbed his lower body against Arabella's waist.
His masculinity was irresistible—handsome with a well-built body. The lines of his bare skin, fueled by desire, became even more intoxicating.
Arabella placed the scorching penis in her mouth, and his lower body seemed to sense the owner's unusual excitement. His penis seemed to have a life of its own, jumping up and down, with blue veins bulging and twisting, thick and winding, screaming to be thrust into the ecstatic mouth.
Arabella wasn't very good at used her mouth to make love, but deep-throated sexing was something that most women couldn't do, but she could.
She was tolerant of choking, and could effortlessly penetrate to the very depths of the throat with his cock.
She held her breath, and with just a gentle flick of her damp, soft tongue, she nearly made the man surrender and release in an instant.
"Ouch -" Albatross immediately let out a suppressed groan as he held back with a bulging forehead, quickly withdrawing his penis from Arabella's mouth and taking a deep breath.
It's just so comfortable and refreshing.
Albatross held onto his erect penis, leaned forward, and launched a powerful thrust, lifting up Arabella's leg and bending her waist and hips into an astonishing curve.
Arabella on the bed was diverse and full of variety, each with her own unique posture.
She was willing to adopt any pose, carefree and unrestrained.
She would not resist kneeling, rubbing her breasts, thrusting her hips, digging her butt, twisting her waist, or anything else like that.
No matter what vulgar words or lewd poses she got, she could enjoy herself with the man as he thrusted her around on the bed.
The passionate, joyful man and woman were not concerned with any practical extenuating circumstances.
In Arabella's eyes, these were merely physical pleasures for satisfying her physiological needs, and there was no shame in that.
In bed, she was as fiery as passion itself, but her mind could turn as sharp as a dagger. Amidst the flashing blades, her thoughts were consumed with cold, calculating schemes.
In the dead of night, Albatross felt Arabella's hand cover his lips. The moment he opened his eyes, he knew danger was imminent. He quickly rolled out of bed, only to see Arabella already dressed in sleek tactical gear, a submachine gun in her hands, smiling as she watched him.
Gone was the drunken stupor from when she had returned earlier.
The gleam in her eyes now was one of excitement, the kind that came with the thrill of preparing for bloodshed.
Albatross bitterly recalled the reckless movements from earlier in bed, realizing it was probably nothing more than a show for the people outside.
