Chapter 615 Draven Group
Chapter 615 Draven Group
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The sun had barely risen on the morning of 7:50 AM, cisting a soft glow over the Wolfsbane Summit Base, where the war games training ground stood still and silent.
The War Wolf Special Forces team had gathered, standing in perfect formation, their expressions a mixture of solemnity and respect.
Today, they were about to carry out a sacred mission: corting one of their own home for the final time.
Sixty of the unit's most elite soldiers, all stripped of their ranks and dressed only in plain training gear as instructed by their commander. Robin, stood in unity.
The simplicity of their appearance was intentional. It was a measure to ensure their presence went unnoticed by the citizens of Howellstead.
The operation was set in motion with precise planning
The Special Forces were to travel ahead, waiting discreetly outside Howellstead until the time was right
They would not enter until the fallen soldier had been laid to rest, thus avoiding any disruption to the peaceful life of the townspeople.
At exactly 8:00 AM, the helicopter blades began to whirl as the 60 soldiers boarded their aircraft, heading toward the designated landing zone near Howellstead.
Meanwhile, Gavin and his 30 soldiers, who were busy preparing for the upcoming International Military Martial Tournament, would depart an hour later, at 9:00 AM, following Robin's careful scheduling
This timing would prevent an overlap of movements, allowing the local residents to continue with their day undisturbed without raising unnecessary alert.
An hour and a half later, Robin, Freya, Talia, Silas, Ernest, and the rest of the elite War Wolf Special Forces landed just outside Howellstead.
The advance team had already set up the area, ensuring everything was ready for the soldiers arrival
The group began their quiet march toward Howellstead, just as Gavin, Morris, and Bill caught up with them, arriving right on time.
Ernest and Mark, carrying the ashes of the fallen soldier Santiago, moved with reverence toward the family home, where the grieving awaited.
As they neared the entrance to the village, a sudden screeching sound broke the calm.
A BMW SUV ped past before slamming into a roadside tree. The car rebounded and ran over an elderly man, who had been walking peacefully nearby,
The vehicle initially tried to Bee the scene, but its escape was cut shon when a few men from the bells nahed forward to block its path..
A woman in her 30s, animaculately dressed in designet lothes, stepped our of the vehicle, followed by yo large bodyguards. Wed, Dec 4
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She removed her sunglasses, looked down at the elderly man sprawled on the ground, and kicked him without a second thought.
"Old man, what do you think you're doing?" she sneered. "Do you know who I am? My brother is Draven! Trying to scam me, huh? Are you out of your mind?"
A man in his 40s, who had been helping the old man, stepped forward. "What's your problem, lady? My father was just walking when you hit him. When did he ever try to scam you?"
Without warning, the woman slapped him across the face. "Who are you calling lady? Am I that old?" she hissed.
The man, stunned by the sudden slap, could only stammer in disbelief. "W-what do you think you're doing?"
The woman scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "What's it to you? I hit you, so what? I ran over this old man-I'll pay for his medical bills. Stop whining.
"Yesterday I hit a dog, and I only had to pay 2,000. Today, I'll give you 1,000. I'll just consider myself unlucky!"
The middle-aged man fumed, unable to hold back his anger. "You're out of your mind! You hit someone, refuse to apologize, and then insult him?"
The woman laughed cruelly. "Apologize? I'm the one who makes the rules here! Frank, give them the money and let's go.
One of her bodyguards handed her 1,000 dollars, which she casually tossed onto the old man's face.
"Here's 1,000 for your medical bills. I feel dirty just being around you!"
The elderly man shivered in pain and disbelief. "How can you be so unreasonable? I don't want your money."
"You don't want it?" she mocked. "You think you're some noble gentleman, huh, turning down my offer?" She then kicked the old man's injured leg.
The old man screamed in agony, his body jerking violently.
Without a care, the woman turned to leave, heading back toward her car.
But Catherine, witnessing the cruelty firsthand, could not stand by.
"Stop right there!" she called out. "Apologize. Now!"
The woman froze, sizing Catherine up with a haughty gaze. "Do you know who I am? My brother is Draven, the president of Draven Group! You want to challenge me? You want to die?" she threatened, her voice dripping with menace. "Draven Group? What's so great about it? Just because you're Draven's sister doesn't mean you can treat people like this, Catherine shot back, her voice filled with disdain.
Seeing as two of the lady's guards were charging at her, Catherine drew a short blade and swiftly slashed the nearest bodyguard across the wrist.
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She was quick, skilled, and merciless-traits that clearly ran in the blood of Lord Westeria's granddaughter
The bodyguard's hand fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
The woman, clearly startled by the speed and precision of Catherine's attack, took a step back, eyes wide in disbelief.
The wounded bodyguard screamed in pain, rolling on the ground, while the old man trembled even
more.
Catherine raised her bloodied blade and pointed it straight at the woman. "Pay 200,000 for the old man's medical bills, or I'll end you right here"
The woman, glancing nervously at the group of tough-looking soldiers in camouflage behind Catherine, began to panic.
Could this woman be tied to some powerful family?
Not willing to take any chances, the woman quickly handled over a bank card to the old man's son
"Here's 250,000. Use it for his treatment.
"Give him the password!" Catherine demanded coldly.
The woman scribbled the password on a scrap of paper and handed it to her, trembling.
The middle-aged man, still shaking from the confrontation, took the card.
"Take it, and get your father to the doctor, Catherine ordered sternly.
"Now get lost!" she added, pointing dismissively at the woman.
Without sparing a second glance at her incapacitated bodyguard, the woman rushed back to her car, the tires screeching as she sped off.
As the car disappeared down the road, she clenched her teeth and muttered to herself, "Once I get back to Draven Group and tell Draven, I'll make sure you regret this." From a distance, Elliott watched the entire scene unfold, his lips curling into a smirk.
She's really changed. Since when has she become so bold, willing to stand up for others without hesitation? Quite the transformation.
Catherine wiped the blood from her short blade on the bodyguard's clothes and turned to Robin.
"How did 1 handle that?" she asked with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
I've got intel from my brother's sources.
"Draven Group is the largest criminal syndicate around here. The authorities in Draconia are already planning to take them down. I just wanted to send there a little warning today." Robin nodded approvingly. Good job. Keep it up."
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A rare, radiant smile spread across Catherine's face, a smile that hadn't been seen in 20 years.
The group walked for a few more minutes until they reached Santiago's family home.
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As they approached, they could see the house surrounded by crowds-three layers deep-and a number of tough-looking men standing guard.
There were even bulldozers and dump trucks parked outside.
What on earth is happening here?
Robin moved quickly, pushing through the crowd. "Is this Crispin Howell's house?" he asked, his voice low
but firm.
A man whispered nervously in response, "Yes, this is Crispin's house."
"Why is everyone here? What's going on?" Robin inquired, his brow furrowing with concern.
The man, his voice trembling, replied, "Draven Group is trying to take over this land. They only offered 20,000 to the Howells, but now they're planning to demolish the house. Crispin's family refuses to sell. and now they're tearing it down!"