Chapter 761 Jotham’s Private Force
The leader sorted things out on their end and agreed for Branden and the others to leave Florona. He even released Amos to Catherine.
After promising Branden that anyone he wanted to take could leave, the leader, with their troop of guards, left the dock.
But as the guard team departed, a bunch of mysterious figures in black encircled Branden and his group. Their sinister eyes made their intentions clear.
Zobber and the others were puzzled. They thought inwardly, “Aren’t the leader’s people gone? Why this new group?”
“Catherine, did the leader of Florona change his mind? This is way too quick, “Zobber questioned.
Catherine shook her head and denied Zobber’s speculation. Catherine wasn’t aware of the exact terms Branden had agreed upon, but she knew that making the leader break his rules and accept their conditions to leave Florona meant those conditions must have been enticing. The leader wouldn’t easily ruin the deal.
The only possibility was that these individuals weren’t the leader’s guards. They must have another agenda. They possibly targeted Regan, who was with Catherine now.
Branden strolled and held Catherine’s hand. He was seemingly carefree despite the menacing circle around them.
Paxton stood by and coldly eyed the surrounding ominous figures in black. He was well aware they were here for them. “Mr. Duncan, this leader is so dirty. We just got our deal, and now they’re bothering us?”
Branden’s face darkened, and he scanned the area with his cold eyes. His deal with the leader was for Catherine’s group to leave Florona safely without clashing with the guards. The leader had agreed and kept this promise.
However, the leader wouldn’t intervene if others on Florona tried to harm them. In fact, the leader might be watching and testing their strength from a distance. For Florona, this looming conflict had benefits and no drawbacks. They wouldn’t bother to stop it.
If it were Branden, he’d make the same choice to be a bystander. Regan recognized the black-clad figures and realized they were Jotham’s private force hidden on the island. It was a reward for his loyalty to the leader.
Seeing the menacing demeanor of these individuals, Regan worried they might target her son, Branden. Regan shielded Branden and glared fiercely at the black-clad figures. “What do you want? I want to see Jotham! Tell him to come out.”
Branden glanced down at Regan, who was shielding him. With his deep eyes, his inner thoughts were complex and hard to decipher.
When Catherine noticed the change in Branden’s eyes, she tightened her grip on his hand. As Branden turned to glance at Catherine, their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
The black-clad figures, faced with Regan’s inquiry, remained cold and adamant. “Mrs. Regan, forgive our impertinence. Mr. Johnson has a request. Please come with us, and we’ll handle the rest.”
“What do you mean by ‘handle’? What are you planning?” Regan asked, and she was agitated.
Without answering her, the black-clad figures gestured and moved to use force to take Regan away, but before they could touch her, Paxton swiftly incapacitated them.
“Ah!” A cry echoed as Paxton threw one of the black-clad figures over his shoulder and made him fall to the ground.
