Chapter 26

Lily spared a glance into the rearview mirror again. There was Di Mo, unflappable as always, leaning back against the car seat, gazing out the window with a stony, bloodthirsty look in his eyes. Next to him, Daniel Craig was surveying their surroundings indifferently, clearly on guard, but otherwise unmoved. It was apparent that they were no stranger to these spontaneous bursts of violence.

"Sir, Black Falcon is exchanging fire with the attackers. We don't know who they are yet." A ginger-haired man that Lily didn't recognize was in the passenger seat, making constant reports to overlord.

"Exterminate them all," Di Mo said evenly. His face remained impassive, revealing nothing.

"Yes sir."

Neither the ginger-haired man nor Daniel Craig blinked an eye at Di Mo's candid mercilessness. The Di Clan had just gained control of the Southeast Asian territories. There were bound to be groups trying to usurp their power; unfortunately, they were digging their own graves. For the Di Clan, getting rid of them would deter future enemies from attacking so easily. Their reputation in the underworld existed for a reason.

"You have exactly ten minutes to get us to the Sheraton hotel at 8 on the dot."

Lily swiveled her head around to look at the other occupants of the car. When she saw that neither of the other two men responded, she realised that Di Mo's words had been meant for her.

"Where am I supposed to go?" She ground her teeth in frustration. "It's not like I've been here before." Before, there had been another car in front of them guiding her, but now she was on her own.

"That's your problem. Hurry up," the ginger-haired man said, eyeing her judgmentally. "Boss doesn't like being late."

Di Mo ignored her question altogether. He never found it productive to waste time with people who were useless to him. They either did what he required of them or they died and he found someone else, it was that simple.

Lily cursed under her breath. What an overbearing bunch of assholes. She glared at the red-haired man. "I'm your boss's servant, not yours," she said snidely. "If you don't shut up, you're welcome to get out of the car and walk." She stepped on the brake and brought the car came to a screeching stop.

The ginger's eyes widened in bewilderment. He was Yellow Falcon, one of Di Mo's most capable assistants. Together with Daniel Craig, Black Falcon, and White Falcon, these four men managed the Di Clan's territories all throughout Asia. Their status in the clan was high.

He couldn't believe he was being lectured by a servant. He watched Lily through narrowed eyes as she opened the car door and climbed out, and he wondered if she was going to go so far as to disobey Di Mo and leave them there.

But instead, she went up to someone on the street and exchanged a few words with them before coming back, starting the car up again, and speeding off. Her driving was steady and undeniably skilled, but she was going insanely fast. Only someone like Lily would push a Cadillac up to whirlwind speeds of 200 km per hour.

At precisely 7:58, Lily brought the car and all its occupants to the entrance of the Sheraton, having driven over twenty kilometers in six minutes. News came from Black Falcon just as they pulled in front of the hotel. He had gotten rid of all their attackers and spared none. No one knew which group the rebels belonged to, but small organizations like that rarely mattered anyway.

Two rows of people stood in front of the hotel entrance waiting for them. Their faces were expressionless, but all of them were bulging at the waistline. Lily could tell that they weren't good, law-abiding types. Their presence was a stark contrast to the elegant, bright hotel behind them; Lily thought that they looked like human-eating demons. Her lips twitched uneasily and she leaned forward against the steering wheel, unmoving.

"Get out of the car. Don't forget the boss's orders," Daniel Craig reminded her before leaving the vehicle.

Shit.

He was right, she was supposed to stay within Di Mo's sight at all times. Daniel Craig's words sent her scrambling out of her seat and running after the other men. She had no intention of dying any time soon.

She stared at the human barricade from her position behind Di Mo. She could feel her legs shaking. The fiery exchange that they had just narrowly escaped came so suddenly that she hadn't had time to feel fear until now. Truth be told, she considered herself daring and gutsy, but that didn't mean she was indifferent towards being one of the targets of an onslaught of bullets.

If it weren't for her driving at breakneck speeds, she could be dead. It wasn't so bad if she didn't think about it, but every time the scene of the flying bullets flashed through her mind, she couldn't stop her legs from trembling.

What kind of world had she ended up in, she thought, that she would end up navigating through a precarious jungle of bullet storms.

"Don't embarrass yourself," came a low voice next to her. She felt a hand steadying her from behind, pushing her forward insistently until her steps matched Di Mo's quick pace.

Di Mo hadn't even climbed up the stairs to the entrance of the hotel when several men came out, saying, "Overlord Di, greetings. It's so nice to have you."