Love Contract

Chapter 380 Extra Story Forget That Night (Part One)

The four of them staggered back to the hotel. They stumbled through the door of the room and Lucas and Archer fell asleep the second they lay down.

"These two really can't handle their drink. But they're quite well behaved, even gentle when they are drunk." Jazlyn threw Lucas on the bed. "He's so heavy!" she heaved.

"They're not bad drinkers," Aisha added, smiling with her eyebrows raised, "They're just not as good as us."

"Hold that thought, I'm going to throw up," Jazlyn said, taking a deep breath and holding it in. "One more sip and I'll collapse."

"Loser!" Aisha glanced at Jazlyn as the two of them slowly and carefully left the room. Suddenly, she said, "Oh, by the way, once we're back in A City tomorrow, we have a mission."

Jazlyn nodded seriously in response.

The door clicked closed and Archer's eyes suddenly opened in the darkness. He frowned as he looked around, and gradually, a dim light revealed itself in his eyes.

The next day, the four of them met with William and Mary and went up the mountain to pay respect to Mary's mother.

Aisha seemed indifferent, emotionless even. She thought about how sad her mother must have been to find out her newborn girl was "dead". Just having someone love her with all her heart would have been enough for her.

Jazlyn insisted on riding with Aisha on the way back, while Lucas ran happily to Archer's car, without any objection.

"What's wrong with this Jazlyn?" Lucas complained angrily, plonking himself down in the passenger seat. "She's so temperamental, always changing her mind!"

Archer shrugged, not responding to his whining. "Let's roll!"

They traveled through the night, rushing back to A City. They stopped in front of Kary Villa and Mary got off the car and turned to Aisha. "Aisha, would you like to stay in the villa with me?"

"No, thank you. It's not convenient," Aisha replied, not getting out of the car. She waved from the driver's seat and said, "I already have a place to stay. I'm going to go now."

Mary paused for a moment, recalling the real job she had told her about yesterday. She nodded, "If you need anything, call me!"

"Yes, I will!” Aisha nodded back, started the car and drove off with Jazlyn beside her.

"Why are they in such a hurry?" Lucas asked, pursing his lips in his displeasure. "What are they going to do?" There seemed to be a slightest hint of sensitivity showing itself through his cynical expression. He might have even been a little upset, though he was doing all he could not to show it.

Archer stared in the direction they had sped off in, frowning and saying nothing.

"You can leave now. Bye!" William said, taking Mary's hand and leading her into the villa.

"Humph..." Lucas snorted. He turned to glare at William's back with contempt. "You are indeed heartless!" he shouted.

In the car, Jazlyn quickly removed her coat, revealing her tight black leather suit underneath.

"Where are we going, boss?"

"Green Bay Pier."

The sounds of the ships echoed across the sky, a backing-track to the workers' cries that rang out one after the other. Work continued as it always did, everything moving ordinarily and orderly. This scene was typical for a morning at Green Bay Pier.

Massive containers were piled up on top of each other on the wharf and people walked through the tiny gaps between them, Just then, a group of people appeared in front of a remote warehouse. They were moving quickly and cautiously.

Another group came out of the warehouse at almost the exact same time. The two sides exchanged glances of acknowledgement with each other and warily made their way in.

With a metallic squeak, the warehouse door closed heavily, with several guards left outside, patrolling up and down in front of it.

"Boss, what should we do?" Jazlyn asked, keeping her voice low as she surveyed the scene.

"Wait for me. I'll take a look at them." Aisha got out of the corner, wearing her own tight black suit. She looked strong and intimidating, "Wait for me here with others."

With that, she turned back towards the warehouse, taking a roundabout route to avoid the guards. When she got up to it, she stepped on piles of industrial sundries and jumped onto the roof, keeping silent all the while. Her movements were quick and agile, like a shadow flowing through the dark.

She leaned against the roof, holding her breath and observing what was taking place underneath through a thin crack. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Inside, the two gangs stood face to face, opposite each other, both on guard and being vigilant of the other. They started making their deal and Aisha's eyes widened in shock. 'Wow, that's a lot of drugs! These guys are out of their minds!' she thought.

Stood in the middle of the room, was Corbett , with a maniacal grin on his face.

Aisha was disgusted by these criminals and she felt that deep in her heart now. 'If we fight, I don't know if we could win or not," she wondered, analyzing their forces.

She watched on, caught up in the scene below and got careless for only a second. Her foot accidentally slipped, but the movement was so slight it was basically inaudible.

Immediately, Corbett's ears twitched and the smile was wiped form his face. Although the sound was so miniscule, he had still heard it and identified which direction it had come from.

"Who's there?" Corbett drew his weapon from his waist, faster than the eye could see and shot above his head.

Aisha was on the roof, naturally the gunshot startled her. She reacted quickly and turned her body away, but it was too late. The bullet grazed her arm and left her wounded and bleeding.

Corbett was not normal at all. How had he done that?

Aisha cursed but composed herself swiftly, not daring to hesitate for a moment. She retreated to the eaves, turned over and gently jumped off the warehouse.

The guards heard the noise and were on alert. They turned around and saw Aisha standing behind them, materializing out of nowhere like a ghost.

She killed two in the blink of an eye.

Corbett wasted no time either and had already pushed the warehouse door open.

Aisha was on her toes, being careful and moving with caution. She didn't want to get into a fight now and quickly ducked behind the containers.

Corbett saw the figure darting around and waved his hand. A group of his thugs instantly rushed out to attack at random, hoping they'd hit something. The smell of gunpowder filled the air as the muzzles of the guns flashed wildly.

When they opened fire, Aisha's men retaliated without hesitation. They might not have had the advantage in numbers, but they were hidden in the dark and managed to catch the gangs off guard.

The warehouse was transformed to hell on earth, the smell of blood and the deafening wails intertwining and prevailing over everything.

"Boss, are you okay?" Jazlyn hurried to Aisha's side and found her holding her arm.

"I'm okay!" Aisha shook her head vehemently and put her arm down. "It's not a big deal. Don't stay here. We have to retreat as soon as possible!" she yelled over the gunfire.

Her men nodded and fell back to cover her.

"Leave someone alive!" Corbett bellowed his order savagely. His people had been with him a long time and obeyed him without question.

"Yes, sir!"

A car pulled up not far from the warehouse, screeching to a stop. A blonde man was in it, shouting when he saw Aisha, "Come here!"

She nodded and jumped into the car right away, together with Jazlyn.

The car sped off around two hundred meters away before Jazlyn turned around and saw Corbett taking aim at the car. She was horrified and yelled, "Corbett's aiming at us! He's going to shoot!"

"Give me something!" Aisha grabbed a gun, turned around and squinted her eyes above the barrel. "Bang!" The bullet sliced through the air towards Corbett. He managed to dodge it but not entirely. He still took a hit and was injured.

The whole crazy chain of events took no more than three seconds. Aisha watched the bullet blow through Corbett's shoulder and force him to drop his right hand. A triumphant smile crept across her face. 'Next time it will be more than your shoulder, Corbett.'

"Go back to the hotel!" Aisha commanded. They turned a corner and left the dock.

The darkness gradually faded, replaced by the morning mist as the red sun rose from the east, shining down on the dock, bright and full of life.

Peace had returned to the world.