Chapter 9
Chapter 9
On the second floor, right outside the room with the best natural light, Wesley stopped in his tracks, motioning for the servant to open the door.
“This will be your room from now on. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, just let the butler know, and he’ll take care of it.”
“No, I’m quite satisfied”
Ash stepped inside and looked around. While it might not have been as good as her previous home, it was evident that they had put in some effort. A row of floor–to–ceiling windows brightened up the entire room, and its north–south orientation allowed ample natural light to stream in.
She turned around and noticed Wesley entering with his assistant.
“Is there something else?”
“The gun. Hand it over.”
“What gun?”
“The one you used to shoot Darky.”
Sorry, I can’t give you the gun.”
“Carrying a weapon with an aggressive nature… Do you know the consequences?” Wesley’s voice was stern and cold, wrapped in suppressed anger. He heard from the household staff who witnessed the scene that the gun seemed brand new as if it had been used for the first time. That made sense. If it were not the first time, someone like Ash, who recklessly fired a gun, would have been caught long ago.
Ash was aware that this was Zepplinland, not Maqiland with its firearms freedom. She had lived in Maqiland for over a decade, and she was used to their system. Being new here, she could not quite adapt. The gun was given to her by King, and she certainly could not hand it over.
At 5 feet 8 inches, and wearing flat shoes, she was already around the average height of an adult man. But Wesley was a solid 6 feet 2 inches, making Ash still look much shorter when standing before him.
However, in terms of presence, Ash was not at all inferior.
She looked up, her eyes clear, Her lips curved up slightly, giving her a sly and insolent vibe.
It was this vibe that inexplicably made people feel oppressed and uncomfortable.
Wesley’s aura was already formidable, but Ash’s aura was no less potent.
They locked eyes, neither of them speaking any further.
The air around them seemed to condense.
Just then, Homer peeked in, looked around, and walked in with a playful smile.
“Hey there, Wesley, Ash, what are you two arguing about? Why are you all red–faced and tense?”
Wesley glared at Homer. Only then did he retract his sharp gaze.
“Fine, if you’re not willing to hand over the gun, just keep it hidden and never take it out again,” Wesley declared before turning around and leaving without looking back.
Homer watched Wesley’s departing figure, still exuding that overwhelming aura and imposing presence.
He absentmindedly rubbed his chin, unable to hide his admiration. “Ash, you really are something else. I’ve never seen Wesley compromise like that before. What kind of gun is it? I’ve got to take a look.”
Ash rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to respond.
Homer, however, grew more eager. “Ash, don’t be so aloof. Just let me have a quick look, okay.”
As he spoke, he winked at Ash playfully.
Ash’s whole body shuddered with goosebumps. She pulled out the gun from her waist. “Here you go
Homer’s eyes widened, and the smile on his face slowly froze.
The gun’s model was X8–super, produced by the same enigmatic arms dealer from Maqiland as the motorcycle he saw earlier, both having an air of exceptional craftsmanship.
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Chapter 9
This model was extremely rare, limited to only 10 units globally, and each one was in the hands of the most renowned assassins.
The fact that Ash possessed one sent chills down Homer’s spine, making him feel uneasy. He began to fear that Ash’s identity was even more powerful than he had imagined, and perhaps he was involved in a dark and undisclosed world.
He started to suspect that Ash might be a member of one of the world’s top 10 assassin organizations.
Seeing Homer fixated on the gun without even blinking, Ash immediately put it back and concealed it at her waist.
“Homer, sorry, I think I need to rest now.” She politely hinted that he should leave.
But Homer raised his arm and slung it over Ash’s shoulder, smiling like they were the best of buddies. “Look at your tiny frame, you seem too fragile. Come on, let’s go swimming. More exercise will make you look more robust.”
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