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Chapter_173
Eban’s men lay lifeless on the ground, leaving him like a cornered, toothless tiger. He knew full well that with only a handful of cannibals remaining, there was no way he could fight against the well-trained group standing before him. Wincing in pain from the bullet wound in his lower body, Eban gritted his teeth and attempted one last plea.
“You must be explorers who stumbled upon this place by accident,” he said, his voice trembling. “If you let me go now, I’ll have the cannibals escort you out of the jungle. What do you say?”
The offer was nothing more than a desperate bluff, and Emmett and the others couldn’t help but snort in derision. Eban was still dreaming he could walk away from this, they thought.
Just then, the elderly cannibal who had earlier seemed agitated upon seeing Yvette grabbed a spear and charged at her without a word. But before he could get close, a gunshot rang out. The bullet shattered his leg, sending him crashing to the ground.
Seeing this, the remaining cannibals quickly grabbed their weapons and rushed forward, intent on fighting back. But Jeremiah’s face grew even colder. He gestured to Emmett and the others. Without hesitation, they drew their guns and opened fire, cutting down the charging cannibals in moments. Within minutes, all the adult cannibals were dead, and the few remaining women and children huddled off to the side, too terrified to move.
Eban trembled with fear as he looked around at the carnage. The bodies of his allies lay scattered on the ground, and his once-thriving operation was crumbling before his eyes.
Under Eban’s terrified gaze, Yvette approached slowly. She stood before him, looking down with a slight, almost mischievous smirk. Her cold eyes, filled with disdain, locked onto his.
Jeremiah stepped up beside her, his presence an intimidating force. “How did you get the cannibals to help you produce drugs?” he asked, his voice icy.
Eban’s last shred of hope vanished. It was clear that this group hadn’t come by accident—they were here for him, and he would not be escaping today. With defiance rising in his chest, he stiffened his neck.
“You think I’ll tell you anything?” he sneered. “You won’t get a word from me.”
Jeremiah’s gaze locked onto him with a piercing intensity, sending a chill down Eban’s spine. This man is terrifying, he thought, fear rising in his gut.
Slowly, almost leisurely, Jeremiah pulled a handgun from his coat. He began loading it with deliberate precision, a process that normally would have taken less than thirty seconds. But for Eban, those five minutes stretched on agonizingly, every second a reminder of his impending fate. Despite his earlier bravado, Eban’s fear grew, and his mind raced.
Finally, with a slight smile, Jeremiah pressed the barrel of the gun against Eban’s forehead, his eyes cold as ice.
By now, Emmett, Bruce, Frankie, Chris, and Jacob had finished clearing the area. Frankie’s expression twisted in disgust as he looked down at Eban.
“This bastard ate human flesh,” he muttered under his breath. “Not just trafficking drugs, but indulging in cannibalism too. He deserves a fate worse than death.”
Jeremiah’s gaze flickered over to Frankie, considering the suggestion.
Yvette, however, stepped forward. She crouched in front of Eban, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixed him with a smirk. In a soft, almost mocking voice, she asked, “Still not going to talk?”
Eban froze. A chill ran down his spine. He had thought the men were ruthless, but this girl… she might be even worse. Desperate to retain some semblance of control, he tried to keep his composure, but his voice trembled as he replied, “I won’t talk. Kill me if you must, but you won’t get anything from me.”
Yvette’s face remained unreadable as she pulled a dagger from her boot. Without even looking, she swiftly stabbed it into Eban’s thigh artery. Blood spurted from the wound, pooling on the ground as Eban gasped in pain.
Before he could even scream, she twisted the dagger, driving it into his kneecap. The sound of cracking bones echoed through the air, and Eban’s face went ashen.
Demon… she’s an absolute demon, he thought, his fear reaching a fever pitch.
Yvette slowly withdrew the dagger, her expression still cold and emotionless. She lowered her gaze, as though contemplating her next move.
“Well,” she said, her voice light and detached, “still not going to talk?”
Unable to bear the agony any longer, Eban’s resolve shattered. He frantically nodded, terrified of what she might do next. “Alright, alright! I’ll talk! Please, just don’t hurt me anymore!”
In a panic, Eban spilled everything he knew about the operation.
“Our gang came here looking for raw materials for new drugs. The jungle was too dangerous, and we lost several groups of men. The last group, by sheer luck, encountered the cannibals. They were about to be eaten, but the flashlights they carried were seen by the cannibals as some kind of divine sign, and they spared them. The cannibals even helped them find their way out of the jungle. My brother and I saw an opportunity and began using modern tricks to stage more ‘miracles’ for them. They believed everything. In return, we provided them with human sacrifices and taught them how to produce drugs for us. It’s been over a year, and we’ve kept it hidden well… until now.”
Emmett let out a bitter chuckle, grinding his teeth in frustration. “A week of searching and we never thought to look here. If Jeremiah hadn’t figured it out, we’d still be chasing shadows in Mysonna.”
Eban, now thoroughly broken, repeated, “I’m telling the truth. The drug lab is in a clearing not far from here. If you don’t believe me, go check it out.”
Yvette stood up and glanced over at the group. “Do you have any more questions?” she asked, her voice flat.
Jeremiah’s men, who had been standing in stunned silence, shook their heads in unison. They knew that any further questioning would be futile.
Jeremiah gently took Yvette’s cold hand, his voice soft but firm. “Let’s go,” he said, wiping the blood from her hands with a piece of paper. His actions were tender, in stark contrast to the brutal events that had just unfolded.
Yvette nodded obediently, her eyes downcast, as she followed him.
Jeremiah signaled to Emmett, who quickly ended Eban’s life with a single shot. Meanwhile, Emmett and Bruce went to find the drug lab Eban had mentioned, and without hesitation, they set it ablaze, ensuring there would be no trace left.
Back at the clearing, Jacob and the others looked at the surviving cannibal women and children. They didn’t know what to do next.
Yvette, sensing their hesitation, approached them. Her voice was calm and indifferent. “Don’t worry about them. In this jungle, their survival skills are better than yours.”
Jacob, still shaken, nodded respectfully. His voice was full of admiration as he spoke. “Ms. Zeller, you’re right. There really are cannibals. You can beat me or scold me if you want, but you’re the boss now.”
Yvette turned away, her cold demeanor never wavering. She had done what needed to be done. The mission was complete.
