Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Very few people have emerald green eyes, they appear extremely special, like a jade sunken in an icy pool, though lacking the clarity of jade, as if these eyes have many terrifying dark matters accumulating in their depths.

The training Chloe Baird received since childhood immediately made her sense something different, there was indeed something unusual about this man.

He shouldn’t be one of those low-life pimps or fence operators mixing in A District...

When he released his hand, the black man’s hand seemed swollen, and if his skin weren’t black, it could probably be seen as a patch of red, right?

Chloe Baird chuckled coldly, so the only benefit of having black skin is to cover up some bruises, is that it?

A sixteen-year-old girl, her smile lacked bashful charm, yet carried an indescribable cold elegance.

To describe a woman as coldly elegant, it’s often because she has tasted the hardships of the world or suffered heartbreak, but this teenage girl uniquely possessed an aura beyond her years, attracting the foreigner’s peculiar attention.

”Thank you...”

Looking at this silent man, his gray-white hair glimmered with a strange light under the moonlight, and from her cherry-like mouth Chloe Baird uttered the words ”thank you,” but it sounded somewhat perfunctory, as if it was not from the heart.

Her lips were especially red, as if stained with fresh blood, reflecting a vivid light in the man’s emerald green eyes, appearing somewhat eerie and terrifying.

”Are you here looking for someone?” The voice was raspy, as if his throat was scorched, sounding somewhat harsh and uncomfortable.

”Heard it’s quite chaotic here, so I came in to have some fun...” Chloe Baird’s smile deepened, she was certain this man was the king.

Because in his other hand he held the signature hotdog from the notably popular hotdog shop in A District, and also, the man’s clothes were not cheap.

Wearing such clothing in A District, aren’t you afraid of being robbed? Yet this man wore them so openly, like a king patrolling his territory.

”I like girls with guts, it’s even more chaotic where I’m from, interested in taking a look?” The king tossed the hotdog in his hand into the nearby trash can, then made a gesture of invitation.

Honestly, Chloe Baird was indeed very bold, perhaps because she had been with Oliver Baird since childhood, or perhaps because she clung to something in this world, sometimes she was even more ruthless in her actions than men.

Being invited in, that’s exactly what she hoped for.

In the distance, a man in overalls, his eyes under the brim of the cap emitted a piercing icy light, stabbing straight into the king’s heart.

Oliver Baird sat at the street corner of Seventh Street, also in an old car, listening to the conversation between Chloe Baird and the king through the earpiece, truly brave.

Brave to the point of being difficult to retract, seeing it seems she doesn’t have to wait until she’s eighteen, now she’s more calm and mature than adults, thinking of this made the smile at Oliver Baird’s lips faintly rise, more mysterious and captivating than the night.

Chloe Baird followed the king, walking from Fifth Street, into the third building, a derelict bar.

She quickly examined the surroundings, it was a very favorable terrain, and the entire A District had over a dozen streets, with Fifth Street connected both front and back, transportation extremely convenient, a few cars parked not far away, among them one particularly flashy, a modified RV of considerable value.

The scene seemed roughly imprinted in her mind, Chloe Baird found her hands itching, wanting to take the two hairpins on her head and slit this king’s throat.

But she had yet to see Mia, better to come back after sending Mia away.

After all, such a cute little angel, how could she be exposed to something bloody?

No one could bear that.

On such a night, many should have come to the bar in A District, but this bar was not crowded with people.

Atlas Hallow also closely followed behind, he understood what Charlotte Miller said, every extra second increased the child’s risk, even if the danger did not come from the outside, the child could not bear it themselves.

There’s no time, he must strike swiftly and decisively.

The feeling was like his whole heart was being set ablaze, the flames blazing inside his body quickened his steps, upon entering, a shred of bloodthirsty killing intent erupted in his eyes.