Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

Noah’s emotions were fluctuating, but the ferocity that burst from his hazel eyes not only failed to scare Mr. Will—it actually gave him a burst of pleasure.

Hahaha, look, look, it’s finally this damn creature’s turn to worry, the one who constantly threatens the safety of his family!

Hahaha, it’s finally their turn!

More things to worry about would follow, and the mercenaries he’d hired would surely not disappoint him! They definitely wouldn’t!

Noah was still growling lowly, his neck reddening with the effort, ”Did you know long ago that the painting was in his possession and deliberately waited until now to tell me?! Damn it, you did that on purpose, right?!”

The thought of two paintings being auctioned off tonight made Noah’s emotions even more uncontrollable.

He suspected that Mr. Will did it deliberately!

Yes, that’s right, Mr. Will did it on purpose, but how could he possibly tell Noah it was deliberate? And how could he tell someone threatening his family’s safety that all four famous paintings were handed over to Cyril?

With a darkened expression, Mr. Will scoffed coldly, ”If I were doing it on purpose, I wouldn’t have told you that Cyril has the paintings stolen from your country in his hands. I’m not interested in the paintings; my only hope is that you don’t harm Alice Cheng, don’t harm her children!”

When Alice Cheng was mentioned, Noah’s suspicions gradually ebbed.

Mr. Will’s efforts to save Alice Cheng were well known to Noah, who fell silent and sat quietly in the car, his lips pressed tightly, until he got out.

He didn’t want to clash with Cyril, but reality left him no choice.

To retrieve the stolen paintings of his country, he was bound to have a vicious fight with Cyril. He hoped that the reinforcement brothers would arrive in Molaban soon, and that they could bring all four paintings back to their country.

As Noah continued to pray inwardly, he saw the tight security nearby and sent a text message to his soldiers, instructing them to be careful to stay hidden and not to be discovered.

Wireless communication devices couldn’t be taken into the auction, and Cyril was too cunning. Everyone entering the venue, including collectors coming tonight, would be searched and signal jammers installed. Once inside the venue, there was no way to contact the outside, leaving Noah helpless to pass messages to his soldiers outside.

While he could still inform his soldiers that the village was heavily guarded, Mr. Will couldn’t inform Xia Jinyuan.

Xia Jinyuan, sitting in the car, watched as the night outside grew deeper, his right hand lightly holding Ye Jian’s left, a few strands of coldness woven into his handsome face.

Everyone in the car was silent, with their eyes closed to rest, conserving energy to best complete the most important task of the night.

Although the journey from the city to the district was long, smooth traffic meant they arrived in one and a half hours. Last time they had come openly with Mr. Will, this time, they drove directly into the forest and then stealthily entered the village.

Ye Jian noticed that tonight Cyril had heightened the security around the village more than the last time; even before they approached the village, she spotted two groups of heavily armed bandits on patrol. She whispered, ”The security for the auction this evening seems to be taken much more seriously by Cyril than last time; he’s assigned at least three times more manpower for security.”

”An auction for four paintings lost for fifteen years, with incalculable value—anyone would add to their manpower.” Xia Jinyuan chuckled softly and asked Ye Jian, ”Do you feel the pressure? Are you nervous?”

Ye Jian smiled and shook her head, ”Not at all, I’m actually looking forward to it. I just hope that the more chaotic it gets here, the more it can somehow help our comrades with the reception task.”