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Chapter_171
Frankie, who had been trailing behind, didn’t understand what had just happened with the crocodile. He glanced at Jacob and the others, who were still dazed, and asked, “Mr. Chavez, Ms. Zeller, what’s going on with them? Why are they all just standing there like that?”
Jeremiah didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he turned his head and gently took Yvette’s hand, which remained as cool as ever. His eyes flickered slightly, and in a voice that was barely a whisper, he said, “Let’s go.”
Yvette, as composed and distant as ever, nodded silently, allowing Jeremiah to hold her hand. She completely ignored Frankie and the others around them.
At that moment, Jacob and his group finally snapped out of their stupor. They wanted to speak, but words seemed to elude them. Instead, they exchanged looks, their eyes wide with dawning realization. “Maybe Yvette was right… This rainforest might actually hold the legendary cannibals,” they thought to themselves.
With the crocodiles dead, the only way to cross the river was to dive in. Emmett, Bruce, Chris, Frankie, and the ten soldiers under Jeremiah all looked to Yvette. Even the men, who were used to danger, felt disgusted by the filthy water. They expected that Yvette, being who she was, would hesitate to dive in.
Seeing their hesitation at the riverbank, Yvette furrowed her brows slightly. Her gaze remained sharp, and her voice, though composed, carried a touch of irritation. “Why aren’t you jumping in? What are you waiting for?”
Jeremiah squeezed her delicate fingers, his gaze lingering on her profile. With a hint of helplessness, he rubbed his temples and chuckled softly. “They’re afraid you’ll find the river water disgusting.”
Yvette paused for a moment, taking in Jeremiah’s words. When she looked up again, her expression turned icy. A playful, yet dangerous smile curled on her lips as she replied, “Want to race to see who gets to the other side first?” The challenge in her voice was clear, her energy wild and untamed. Without waiting for an answer, Yvette released Jeremiah’s hand and leaped into the river without a second thought.
The men stood stunned for a moment, completely taken aback by her boldness. Jeremiah glanced down at his now-empty palm and smirked, before following her into the water without hesitation.
Emmett and the others, seeing both Yvette and Jeremiah already in the water, wasted no time. If their leaders were diving in, they had no reason to hesitate. One by one, the ten soldiers Jeremiah had brought along followed suit.
Yvette swam ahead with ease, but suddenly the water beside her began to churn violently. From the swirling vortex emerged something dark and massive. In an instant, Yvette recognized it—another crocodile, this one twice the size of the ones they had just fought. As its massive head surfaced, it immediately locked onto her as its target.
Behind her, Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed as he saw the crocodile heading straight for Yvette. A surge of killing intent radiated from him, and his hand instinctively reached for his weapon.
Jacob and the others, watching from a distance, felt their hearts leap into their throats. The scene seemed almost too terrifying to witness, and they couldn’t help but feel helpless. “Unless we can somehow teleport to her side, there’s no way we can save her in time,” they thought, dread settling over them. It seemed like Yvette might meet her end here.
Emmett and the others, however, were unfazed. The moment they saw the crocodile heading for Yvette, they didn’t even flinch. “Just another stupid beast,” they thought. “Looks like it picked the wrong target.”
With a deafening “boom,” the crocodile twisted its head and lunged toward Yvette, mouth open wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. The creature exuded an aura of pure brutality, its iron-black armored skin reflecting the rippling water as it moved with destructive force, as though it could obliterate everything in its path.
Yvette moved effortlessly, dodging the crocodile’s attack with ease. A cold smile spread across her face, her eyes glowing with a deadly red hue. She reveled in the challenge. What should I do with this little troublemaker? she mused inwardly.
With a swift motion, she dove under the crocodile and drove her dagger into its lower neck. The blade twisted in her grip, and blood poured out instantly. The crocodile, in its final moments of agony, went into a frenzy, thrashing violently in an attempt to escape.
Its massive tail whipped toward Yvette, but she nimbly spun out of the way. With a resounding crack, she delivered a powerful kick to its belly, sending the crocodile tumbling onto the muddy riverbed. It was half-dead, but Yvette didn’t give it a chance to recover.
She swam downstream toward it, her dagger cutting through the water like lightning. In an instant, the crocodile’s lower jaw was completely severed, and blood spread quickly through the murky water. Using the crocodile’s lifeless body for leverage, Yvette propelled herself onto the riverbank.
As she reached the shore, Jeremiah surfaced behind her. His body was drenched, his strong physique clearly visible through his soaked shirt. His face was cold, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Only once he was sure she was uninjured did the tension in his body release. He began drying her hair with one hand, his voice low and concerned. “Next time, just dodge. If you keep doing this, what’s the point of having me around?”
Yvette, her eyes gleaming with mischief, hooked her arm around his waist, causing him to shudder involuntarily. His body trembled under her touch, and his gaze deepened as he looked at her. “Promise me,” he said in a low voice.
Yvette raised her head slightly, her piercing eyes locking with his. A playful smile tugged at her lips. “Probably not going to happen. I’ll never entrust my life to anyone else.”
Jeremiah’s chest tightened as her words sank in. Rather than disappointment, a deep sense of heartache washed over him. He realized that Yvette’s strength and independence weren’t born from defiance but from the pain and hardships she had endured to survive.
With a soft sigh, he gently tied her hair into a neat bun, his voice tender as he spoke. “Alright, just once. Could you let me show off a little? Let me impress my girlfriend.”
Yvette leaned in slightly, her voice lazy and teasing. “Fine, you can show off next time. But killing crocodiles? Not that impressive. Maybe you can show off tonight instead.”
Jeremiah’s dark eyes deepened, wondering what she meant by “tonight.” He replied, his tone playful yet serious, “You’re still young. Some things can wait until after you graduate.”
Yvette shot him a quick glance before thinking to herself, I just want him to cook dinner tonight. Do I really have to wait until after I graduate?
As Emmett, Chris, Frankie, Bruce, and the ten soldiers Jeremiah had brought along emerged from the water one by one, they saw the two standing by the riverbank, locked in a gaze.
Emmett and Bruce exchanged a look, their curiosity piqued. “Why does Mr. Chavez look so… strange? Is he hungry?” they wondered.
Jacob and his group, as they reached the shore, couldn’t help but turn their attention to Yvette. The sight of her taking down the massive crocodile had left them speechless. Her every move had been precise, lethal, and quick. It was as if she was killing a chicken. How could someone so delicate appear so deadly? Where did Mr. Chavez find this goddess of death? they wondered.
Emmett walked up to Jacob and noticed the stunned expressions on his men’s faces. He patted Jacob on the shoulder and said with a knowing smile, “Trust me, bro, you’ll get used to it.”
Jacob stiffly turned his head to look at Emmett, swallowing hard. Suddenly, the words Emmett had once said came back to him: “An easy win.” Now, Jacob finally understood what that meant.
