Chapter 2090


    It was nine in the evening. Kylie and Ava were having dinner with Queenie at a fast food outlet.


    Queenie looked distracted. She hardly seemed to pay attention to her chicken wings and ice cream. Looking up at Kylie, she asked softly, "Aunt Kylie, is my mama all right?"


    "Didn''t you say that my papa and mama wille and get me? Why aren''t they here yet?"


    "Don''t worry, Queenie." Kylie smiled reassuringly. "Your dad called this afternoon. He said he had rescued your mom, and he just called to say that they wille right now and get you."


    "Eat while you can, they''ll be here any minute."


    Queenie nodded but didn''t touch her food.


    Instead, she stared out of the window


    impatiently.


    Someone took advantage of the fire at summer camp and kidnapped mama in the confusion.


    She cried looking for her.


    It was such a relief for Queenie when Kylie and Ava told her that her mother was safe.


    Queenie wasn''t reassured, however. She needed to see her mother with her own eyes.


    The entrance of the restaurant swung open, and a crowd of people filed in.


    Queenie looked up hopefully, thinking that her parents and maybe Uncle Colin had arrived atst.


    She looked away in disappointment after seeing that it was just a bunch of men she''d never seen


    before.


    Their leader appears to be a tall and thin man with an awfully pale face. His most striking feature was his dead-set eyes, which resembled a fish. It was scary to look upon.


    Queenie met his gaze and turned away quickly in fright.


    The man with the dead-set eyes smiled when he saw the effect he produced. Leading his men, he walked over to Queenie''s table.


    With her military upbringing, Ava knew from a nce that these people were trained professionals. They reeked of murderous intent, almost as if they


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    Ava concluded that these men were very likely mercenaries. By this time, rm bells were ringing frantically in her head.


    "Mind if we share a table?" Vann leered at them.


    Kylie was seemingly unaware of their true motives, but she didn''t like the look of them all the same. "Excuse me, we do mind," she said spitefully. "There are a lot of empty tables, I''d suggest you upy one of them."


    "Oh, but I only want to sit right here,” Vann said.


    He dragged up a chair noisily and sat down. To Kylie''s frustration, Vann picked up a piece of chicken that she was in the middle of eating and ate it whole. He chewed and suckled for some minutes, and then spat the bare bones onto the table.


    "Tastes good!” Vann said with relish.


    "You''re out of line," Kylie shouted. "Ava, teach him a lesson."


    Ava was prepared for this as soon as she saw theming in. In an instant, she was on her feet and hurling a fist towards Yann''s face.


    It was quick as lightning. If it were


    any other skilled martial artist, it


    would have been unavoidable


    and


    Ava would have fractured their cheekbones.


    However, Yann was way more skillful than the typical martial artist. He raised his own fist to meet Ava''s.


    Thud!


    Their fists collided hard. Yann sat motionless


    while Ava was forced back several paces.


    Ava relied on speed. As a woman, she was not as strong as men. To survive and gain an edge, she had to be explosive and swift. Even when she bore the brunt of Vanns force, she was dissatisfied and wanted to have a go again.


    At this moment, Nathan, Penny, Colin, and the Elite Eight arrived.


    "What is going on, Ava?" Nathan asked.


    Ava was d and relieved to see him. “Mr. Cross, these fellows appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be picking a fight with us." "Ho, ho! The God of War of Eurasia," Vann eximed when he recognized Nathan. "You''re finally here! I''ve been waiting for you." "Where did this clowne from?" Nathan frowned.