Untamed Charming Wife

Kayla had seen many underworld gathering places, but she had never seen one in such… such a conspicuous location.

In the bustling center of Seatowne stood a vintage building, with golden dragons carved on the pillars at the entrance.

Viola nodded towards the building. “This is the Dragon Alliance headquarters in Seatowne.”

Kayla walked towards the door. “Then I’m going in.”

“… Wait!” Viola changed her mind. “I’ll go in with you, just to make sure you don’t cause any trouble.”

Kayla shrugged and stepped onto the stairs.

The dragon coiled around the pillar, its dark eyes emitting a faint eerie glow.

Kayla spoke in the direction of the dragon’s eyes, “I am Kayla Green, deputy head of the major crimes unit of Seatowne North District. I have something to discuss with your leader.”

The dragon’s eyes were actually a miniature surveillance camera. As soon as Kayla finished speaking, the door opened with a “ding.”

As soon as they entered, a man approached them.

The man wore a tight red leather outfit, and his dyed red hair accentuated his strikingly handsome face. He smiled and said, “Miss Green, what brings you here?”

Kayla replied calmly, “Three days ago, there was a shooting in the western district of Seatowne. I suspect it is related to you.”

“A shooting?” The man in red blinked. “Miss Green, you must be mistaken. We are legitimate businessmen and know nothing about any shooting…”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung a punch at Kayla.

Luckily, Kayla reacted in time. She kicked his arm away and simultaneously chopped at the back of his neck with one hand!

Viola watched the two fighting in the lobby and regretted coming along. Why did she follow Kayla inside? Even if she was there, she couldn’t stop Kayla from causing trouble…

A flash of white light interrupted Viola’s thoughts. The man in red was holding a slender dagger against Kayla’s neck.

Kayla also drew the gun from her waist, pointing it at his forehead.

Both of them almost simultaneously gained control over each other.

The man in red smiled, and Kayla’s expression was calm, as if their fight had been a joke.

Viola covered her face, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

“Joelle, did you come to Seatowne just to pick fights?” A cold voice came from a distance.

Kayla glanced at the woman standing on high and slowly put away her gun.

Joelle also retracted his dagger, tossing it in his palm, and smiled at Kayla. “As rumored, Miss Green is indeed a great fighter.”

Kayla didn’t respond. She admitted she was good at fighting, but this opponent named Joelle was no slouch either.

Moreover, his moves were ruthless and accurate, targeting vital points, more like a killer’s training than a fighting technique.

Kayla was sure that this Joelle was a highly professional assassin.

“Joelle, bring the guests up,” the woman commanded. “Then get out of Seatowne immediately.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Poppy, treating an ally like this, be careful of the consequences-ah!”

A light sound was heard as a stray bullet grazed Joelle’s ear, leaving a red mark on his earlobe.

Joelle covered his ear and angrily shouted at the woman above, “Fuck, with such violence, you’ll be alone forever!”

“Get out.” The woman’s voice was calm.

Joelle shrank his neck and looked at the stunned Kayla and Viola, smiling cheekily. “Ladies, please follow me upstairs.”

Kayla and Viola exchanged a glance. The bullet hole at Joelle’s feet was still visible. She was sure she hadn’t been mistaken; that bullet was real.

Kayla estimated the distance between the woman and Joelle-50 meters.

From 50 meters away, the bullet grazed Joelle’s ear and shot through the ground. Such marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate.

Led by Joelle, Kayla and Viola took a transparent elevator to the thirteenth floor.

After exiting the elevator, Joelle glanced at a nearby camera, scanned his retina, and pressed his fingerprint. Finally, they stopped in front of a closed door.

Joelle pulled out a thin sensor line from his watch, inserted it into the lock, and after successful recognition, the door clicked open.

“Miss Green, please enter.”

Kayla had never seen such sophisticated and intricate security systems.

Behind the door was a large room with comfortable sofas and a huge desk. Displayed on the walls were various firearms, some Kayla recognized, and some she had never seen before.

The woman who had spoken earlier sat on the desk, legs crossed. Her appearance was ordinary, but her presence was undeniable. She held a silver pistol and looked at Kayla.

“Miss Green, I am the temporary head of the Dragon Alliance in Seatowne. They call me Poppy. Ask what you want, and I’ll cooperate.”

Kayla placed a bullet on the desk. “Do you recognize this?”

Poppy glanced at the code on it. “It’s a small smoke bomb developed by Dragon Alliance this year. Small, explosive, ideal for outdoor use.”

As expected, it was from Dragon Alliance.

Kayla asked directly, “Since this is from Dragon Alliance, the ice bullets were also developed by you?”

“Yes,” Poppy admitted.

“Good,” Kayla looked at the gun in Poppy’s hand, stood straight, and looked her in the eye. “Manufacturing firearms and illegal possession of firearms are serious crimes. If I arrest you now, you could face over three years in prison.”

“Pfft-” Joelle, squatting in the corner, laughed. It was the first time someone had accused them of illegal firearm possession… really, too funny.

Since entering, Viola had been staring helplessly at the ceiling. No matter what shocking things Kayla said, she wasn’t surprised.

Poppy showed some emotion for the first time after hearing Kayla’s words. “Miss Green, are you so sure I illegally possess firearms?”

Looking at the gun in her hand, Poppy narrowed her eyes. “If my nationality is foreign, the police officer may have to file an international complaint.”

Kayla smiled calmly. “But if someone used Dragon Alliance’s weapons to commit a crime in Seatowne, no matter your nationality, I have the right to arrest you.”

If Joelle wasn’t afraid of being kicked out of Seatowne, he would have given Kayla a thumbs up.

Besides the alliance leader, it had been many years since anyone had dared to confront Poppy so directly.

Poppy looked at Kayla, her cold eyes exuding a chilling aura.

Kayla looked back at Poppy, her clear eyes filled with righteousness.

After a moment, Poppy curled her lips. “You’re here for Ethaniel.”

Kayla’s pupils shrank. She knew Ethaniel was attacked with ice bullets and why she was here today.

So Ethaniel’s attack must be related to the Dragon Alliance.

Ethaniel’s face flashed in Kayla’s mind, and a trace of sadness arose in her heart. If he returned to Tandoria, he would be in an absolutely safe environment.

“Since you know who I’m here for, you must also know what I want to ask.” Kayla pushed aside her thoughts and looked at Poppy.

Poppy’s smile was cold. “I know. I can tell you clearly that we are not the ones who want to kill Ethaniel.”

“But you provided the weapon to the perpetrator.”

“Weapons are a commodity that can be freely traded. Miss Green should know this. The Dragon Alliance’s actions are legal transactions. Does Miss Green think a single shell case means we attacked Ethaniel?”

Poppy’s words were flawless.

The Dragon Alliance wouldn’t be stupid enough to use their own weapons to kill someone so important.

Kayla lowered her lashes. “Then, are you trying to tell me that you’ll cover for whoever bought those ice bullets?”

Poppy curved her lips. “You’re smart.”

That’s the rule of the trade.

With money, you could buy weapons. Where the weapons ended up was not their concern.

Kayla looked at Poppy and asked seriously, “What if I must know?”

“… Hey, Kayla,” Viola tugged at her, whispering. “You should know the rules. In this business, you don’t betray clients.”

Kayla knew their rules, but since it concerned Ethaniel’s safety, she had to know the answer.

Poppy suddenly said, “If Miss Green must know, I can give you a hint.”

“?” Kayla and Viola looked at Poppy.

Poppy stroked the silver pistol in her hand and said softly, “The one who bought the ice bullets and smoke bombs is wealthy. Moreover, it wasn’t an organization but an individual. In other words, it’s a personal grudge.”