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Chapter 194
Outside Sagen Airport, as Angelica turned on her phone to arrange a taxi, a text message from Holt’s team flashed on the screen. It was a short, urgent update about Jupiter’s whereabouts. Without hesitation, she quickly informed Nash.
“We must find Wesley before Sky Blade’s men do!” Angelica said, her tone sharp with urgency.
Nash nodded solemnly. “They shouldn’t be able to find Bronze Town, right?” Angelica asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
Bronze Town was the place Nash had uncovered after seeing the photo of Wesley’s first love and girlfriend at Walker’s home. It seemed unlikely that Sky Blade would have any leads on such a small, obscure location.
Nash raised his hand and flagged down a passing taxi. “Then you might not understand the power of these top mercenaries. If they can find the restaurant, they’ll definitely be able to find out where Wesley is hiding,” he replied.
Angelica hesitated for a moment before nodding, absorbing his words. She had never dealt with mercenaries before, so her understanding was limited. But Nash had seen these kinds of groups in action before, and he knew exactly how resourceful and effective they could be.
A taxi pulled up beside them, and Nash got in. Angelica followed him, sliding into the seat next to him.
“With Holt’s team around, those mercenaries won’t be able to get close to Old Walker and the others so easily!” Angelica said, trying to reassure him.
Nash smiled faintly but didn’t offer a direct response. He knew how dangerous Sky Blade could be, and despite the protection Holt’s team provided, the stakes were high.
Seeing his reluctance to explain further, Angelica blushed slightly. “Did I misunderstand something?”
“No, you’re right, but we still need to find Wesley as soon as possible,” Nash said, his voice serious.
The ride to Bronze Town took nearly 90 minutes. As the taxi pulled up, Angelica could see the bustling activity outside the town’s entrance. Luxurious cars were parked in the lot, and groups of internet celebrities wandered about, taking photos in front of the scenic spots.
There was a ticket office near the parking lot, and a young, blonde-haired conductor stood behind it, eyeing the women with interest.
Angelica looked around, scanning the crowd. “I called a classmate of mine. She should be here soon.”
Nash glanced at her, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “We’re not here to travel, so there’s no need to trouble her.”
Without further discussion, he walked toward the ticket office.
“Give me two tickets,” Nash said, taking out his phone to pay with a quick scan of the QR code.
The conductor, still distracted by the passing women, looked up lazily and handed over the tickets. “Two tickets, 400 dollars,” he announced with a bored expression.
“400?” Nash blinked in disbelief. “Why would tickets to a scenic spot cost 200 dollars each? It’s not that I don’t have the money, but I don’t want to be taken for a fool.”
The conductor shot him a disdainful glance, clearly uninterested in any objections. “If you don’t have money, then go back to your farm!” he sneered.
Nash was about to argue but decided against it. “Fine. 400 dollars,” he muttered, scanning the QR code quickly to finalize the payment.
Just as he was about to complete the transaction, a fair and delicate hand reached out and blocked the screen. “Angelica, is your friend a moron? Is he really going to buy the tickets at that price?” a voice remarked, dripping with disbelief.
The word moron struck Nash like a slap to the face. His eyes narrowed as he turned to face the woman who had interrupted him.
She was tall, with wavy hair that cascaded around her shoulders, her skin fair and flawless. Her features were exquisite, and she wore a fleece sweater under a red leather jacket that complemented her slim figure. Her tight jeans accentuated her long legs, and she exuded an effortless confidence.
Nash raised an eyebrow at her boldness. “Who the hell are you? Don’t interfere with my business,” he snapped.
The woman smiled slyly, clearly unfazed by his tone. “Felicity Snyder, deputy chief of the Sagen Inspection Department,” she introduced herself smoothly, her gaze never leaving Nash.
“Deputy chief of the Inspection Department? You?” Nash’s disbelief was evident, his voice tinged with skepticism.
Felicity’s cool smile only deepened. “Yes, me. And I think you’ll find that I can be quite useful in this situation,” she said, her tone sharp and confident.