"What the hell, who's got the guts to tail the Aurellan family's car? They really must have a death wish!"

Joshua seemed to regain some of his spirit, immediately shouting in fury. His mood was already foul.

"Sylus, you must capture one alive for me to torment!"

He said it outright, without the slightest restraint.

Sylus only shrugged, saying nothing.

"G, you drive." At that moment, Athena gave the order.

G immediately stood up, swiftly moving forward to replace the driver. At the same time, their vehicle began to transform—the wheels folding away, the frame compacting until it reshaped into a sleek, glossy black teardrop.

The jet engine at the rear started to spin, streams of blue mixed with orange flames bursting forth, and the car shot straight toward the sky!

Louis instinctively clutched the back of his seat, lips pressed tight, his face twisted in such horror that he looked as if he could vomit right then and there.

At this point, he wasn't even sure how much of it was acting anymore—because the truth was, he got motion sick.

Flying smoothly was fine, but for the love of god, not with roller-coaster swerves!

Just then, the entire vehicle lurched sharply to one side. Louis's body jolted upward, slamming him against the side. He turned his head—only to meet Joshua's equally horrified eyes.

Ha. In times like this, useless people really did match each other perfectly.

Bang!

Suddenly, a large hand pressed against Louis's chest and shoved him back into his seat with such force that his mouth fell open. Eyes wide, he found himself staring at Sylus's all-too-familiar mocking grin.

Sylus pinned Louis and Joshua down into their seats with both hands, chuckling as he said, "Sit tight, princesses."

"You bastard, what did you just call me?!" Joshua exploded on the spot.

But before he could do anything more, seat belts suddenly snaked out from behind the chairs, strapping Joshua and Louis tightly into place.

Well, that settled it—no matter how bizarrely the car twisted and turned from now on, they weren't going anywhere.

As for throwing up… Louis couldn't say. Judging from Joshua's face turning as green as a leaf, it wasn't looking good.

Athena stood firmly on the floor, untouched by the wild acceleration.

"Sylus," Athena spoke almost instinctively.

In the past, every assassination attempt on the Aurellan family had failed. As long as Sylus was there, no Aurellan blood was spilled.

"Boom! Crash!"

A deafening sound erupted at that instant, and the entire vehicle shuddered violently. Then, it flipped a full circle in midair to dodge the assault.

"Clack-clack!"

Sylus was already fully armed.

A jet pack was strapped across his back, and in his hands he carried an assault rifle.

His tall, broad frame seemed to blot out all light amidst the storm of bullets and shells.

"Stay inside, Athena. I'll show you just how perfect I really am." Sylus curled his lips into a smile, his gaze deep and tender as it fell on Athena.

Louis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow silently at him, as if surprised that Sylus could pull off theatrics like this.

By now, the car door had swung wide open. Without another word, Sylus leapt out. The jet engine on his back flared to life, launching him forward without hesitation.

Behind them, two vehicles were in hot pursuit, weaving through the sky. From their sides sprouted heavy cannons and guns, relentlessly spewing fire toward Athena's car.

If their vehicle hadn't been specially designed, it would've been blasted to pieces already.

But even Athena's custom creation couldn't endure this endless rain of firepower forever.

These pests needed to be exterminated.

"Bang bang bang!"

At that moment, five figures came swooping down at Sylus.

Their arms had morphed into massive guns, firing blinding energy streams without pause.

"Wasn't there word that Sylus no longer worked for the Aurellan family?"

"He's just a guard without full mechanization—take him down!"

"Bang!"

The arrogant one had barely finished his sentence when a bullet pierced through his forehead. Blood spurted from beneath his pitch-black combat fabric.

His eyes went wide, unable to believe he'd died so quickly.

"Bang! Bang!!"

Two more gunshots followed in quick succession. Two more assassins fell, each shot striking almost the same spot as the first.

"A bunch of noisy idiots. Whoever hired you must be a fool to send the likes of you here." Sylus sneered, contempt glinting in his eyes. To him, these people were no different from mosquitoes.

He kicked off the side of their car, propelling himself straight forward!

"Die!"

"Bang! Crash!"

The two remaining assassins opened fire in a frenzy, cannons and guns unleashing a storm of destruction toward Sylus.

"Ha." Sylus sneered, his body twisting through the air in a dazzling arc. No amount of fire could break the elegance of his airborne movements.

With a rose in his mouth, it felt as if he could just as well perform a midair waltz.

Bullets streaked toward him in a relentless storm—yet not a single one grazed his body.

A flesh-and-blood body without mechanization, a weakness? No. It would never be a weakness—so long as they could never touch him.

"Farewell, idiots."

The necks of the two assassins snapped in an instant. Their eyes bulged wide as they collapsed lifelessly.

At the same time, Sylus flipped gracefully in the air, landing squarely in front of one of the pursuing vehicles.

The other enemy car swerved, slamming against its partner to knock Sylus off balance. But his feet clung to the surface like they were welded there—unmoving, unshakable.

Their car rattled under the barrage of attacks, pieces of armor falling away. Tch. Sylus couldn't help but recall Louis's pale, nauseous face. Good thing he was here.

"Crash!"

The reinforced windshield shattered under Sylus's bare hand. Shards of razor-edged glass scattered, yet not a single cut marked his skin. It left one wondering—had this man truly never undergone mechanization?

Sylus dispatched the assassin inside with ruthless efficiency, then seized control of the vehicle.

The car spun in midair, pivoting into position right in front of the last enemy vehicle!

He unleashed the final cannons. The enemy returned fire without hesitation.

But Sylus, even as he launched the bombardment, pushed his speed to the maximum. Obviously, he intended mutual destruction. Only, he wouldn't die—these vermin would.

"Boom! Ka-boom!"

The two vehicles collided with earth-shaking force in the sky, the explosion of the cannons making the heavens tremble.

Joshua's eyes went wide as he stared outside. Athena's expression hardly shifted, though her narrowed eyes carried a dangerous glint.

Louis had always known Sylus was strong—but he hadn't even expected this.

As the fire and smoke dispersed, Sylus emerged unscathed. His clothes were torn, parts still aflame, the jetpack on his back completely wrecked.

Yet his face showed no fear—only indifference—as he let himself fall.

"Whoosh!"

The battered car swooped in below. Sylus landed flawlessly on its roof, the impact making the whole frame tremble as though it might shatter into pieces.

"Bang!"

The door swung open, and Sylus swaggered inside.

His clothes were scorched, even his underwear singed with a hole—but he showed not the slightest shame. Only irritation as he muttered, "Let's get back quickly. I need a shower."

What should've been a life-or-death battle, Sylus had turned into a one-sided massacre. Monsters among monsters—like cockroaches that refused to die.

Looking at Athena, Louis could tell she was already thinking about how to deal with Sylus.

Sylus was too dangerous. She needed a blade that wouldn't slip beyond her control.

She had always sensed something uncontrollable about him. She had always wanted to kill him. But after this battle, that desire had only grown stronger.

A Sylus without his memories was already this terrifying. She dared not imagine what he might become if he ever remembered...

Sylus must die.

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