The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 206

Thorpe had known since their last encounter that Palmer would come back for him—or rather, for Hollis, the man who knew everything.

Palmer casually tossed aside the blood-stained knife he had used moments before and removed his gloves to wipe away the blood that had spattered near his mouth.

It wasn't his blood, so its stench still hung in the air.

Taking a seat, Palmer's cold and unnerving aura filled the room. His men followed him so close, forming an invisible line against Thorpe's crew.

With a chilling smile, Palmer locked eyes with Thorpe, "You knew I'd come, yet you still sent those Westwood Mercenary to their deaths. You've got guts."

"They were disposable," Thorpe sneered, his eyes devoid of any genuine regret. "Pity though, even with the Westwood Mercenary Corps and the Gruber clan combined, they were useless against you, Vocalist."

Palmer's words were like frost, "I'm short on time and I'm not here for small talk. Hand over Hollis or you'll die."

"What's the difference? I'm curious about how did you survive the onslaught of all those men."

Palmer's eyes narrowed as he clicked off the safety on his revolver.

Thorpe's men raised their guns in response, aiming at Palmer. But Thorpe waved them off, "Put them down. What's the point of a shootout? You see, Vocalist. I can't just hand him over. Ask your questions here."

This was the largest concession Thorpe could make. As the brain of Cerulean Whale, Hollis was critical to their operations. He couldn't just let Palmer take Hollis.

With a nod, Palmer handed his revolver to Annie and watched as Thorpe pushed Hollis forward with a relieved sigh.

Hollis ignored all those corpses on the ground and greeted Palmer with a smile, "Long time no see, Vocalist. Where's Wise Fool?"

Palmer wasn't there for a reunion or pleasantries.

"Answer me, and you'll live," he stated flatly.

"Let's hear it."

"The orders you followed, they came from the former Polaris Star's Merak, right?" Palmer's expression was frosty as he said with a chilly tone, "What does Polaris Star have to do with my mother's death?"

Hollis was stunned for a split second before he said, "I don't know former Merak's code name. As for your mother's death, it was due to infighting within the Pollack family. I don’t know whether Polaris Star was involved. I don't have clearance for so much information. All I can tell you is the Chess Master's reach is beyond your imagination. At least it’s powerful enough to get us out of Imperial City and back to the borderlands."

It's also the ability to get so many people from Westwood Mercenary Corps to Imperial City with so much fanfare to dig up the highway.

Palmer scoffed, his gaze chilly as a hawk. And, before anyone could react, he took Annie's revolver and shot Thorpe in the leg, "For crossing me. Cerulean Whale has too many members. Just the three brothers will suffice."

As soon as Palmer's words were out of his mouth, the men behind him pulled their triggers at the same time. That was when the Cerulean Whale's assassins went down in pieces.

As his people opened fire, Palmer's voice was cold, "Two members of Abyssal Organization are dead. There must be an offering."

Thorpe clutched his bleeding leg, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

Palmer left, his gaze as frigid as a hellish demon.

Thorpe stared at the dead around him, his teeth gritted. "Does he really think we have no way to deal with him?" he murmured.

Hollis, searching for a first aid kit, responded, "As of now, yes."

All that was left of Cerulean Whale were the three brothers, all sick and wounded.

"But we still have the boss," Hollis’ eyes glistened under the guise of his glasses.

When Palmer stepped out of Cerulean Whale territory and exhaled deeply, his expression was still ice-cold.

Annie handed him a phone, "Boss, it's Ms. Noella. Wanna take it?"