"Three years have passed, and I, Albert, have returned."
Under the moonlight, Albert, who had just stepped out of the airport, was filled with emotions.
It was time to avenge the grudge from three years ago.
"Help me!"
Before his emotions could settle, a frail cry for help entered his ears.
He looked and saw that the sound was coming from a red Maserati a few dozen meters ahead. If it was anyone else, they would not have noticed.
Upon seeing this!
He took a step forward onto the highway and raised his hand to stop the car.
Screech...
The car brakes abruptly, skidding sideways across the road.
"Damn it, you were supposed to hit him! Are you deaf?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't dare..."
An argument had already erupted in the car, it was a bald man in the backseat berating the elegantly suited driver.
Besides them, there was one more robust man sitting in the backseat with the bald man, cramping a petite and beautiful girl in-between.
Bang Bang Bang!
Albert had already stepped forward and knocked on the driver's side window.
"Kid, are you asking for death?"
Not waiting for the driver to lower the window, the bald man in the back seat immediately flung open the car door and yelled at Albert.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just trying to hitch a ride..."
"Save me..."
The feeble voice echoed once again, then quickly fell silent, leaving only whimpers.
"Ah!"
Albert let out an odd sound, peering into the car to see a pretty girl in the back seat, being held at knifepoint and gagged.
"Kid, I suggest you mind your own business, or else..."
The bald man, realizing that his plan was exposed, drew out a dagger and flashed it menacingly, the meaning was quite clear.
"That's a nice piece of equipment you've got there, it's a VIStinger military knife, isn't it?"
"If I remember correctly, the blade of this military knife is 11.5 cm long, made from A2 steel; and it has a glass-filled nylon handle, which is not only anticorrosive, but also highly heat resistant. Did I get it right?"
The suave introduction took the bald man by surprise, he had no idea about these particulars.
With that, he brandished his knife again and growled, "Enough with your damn talk. All I know is that this thing can take your life. If you don't want to die, you better scram."
"Is that so?"
Albert's face fell, and he promptly lifted his leg to kick.
Thud!
The bald man had no chance to see how Albert had moved. He was already knocked off his feet, and to top it off, the military knife he held had flown from his grasp, only to be swiftly caught by Albert.
"Damn!"
At this moment, another man who was originally in the back seat clutched a similar knife. He charged at Albert from behind the car, aiming his blade straight at Albert's vitals.
"Seeking death!"
An icy expression on his face, Albert squeezed out these words through his teeth, nimbly dodged the attack, and in the same fluid motion, ran his knife across the man's right shoulder. Blood quickly started to flow.
His speed was so fast, the man didn't have time to react, only feeling intense pain in his shoulder.
"You..."
The leader, the bald man, began trembling. Recognizing he faced a master, he didn't dare to make another move.
"You what you?"
Albert shot back coldly, "Listen close; I've just returned to Mesa today and I don't wish to start a slaughter. If you don't want to die, scram immediately. Of course, if you are determined to court death, I won't hesitate to oblige."
Hearing this!
A sigh of relief left the bald man, who didn't even dare to return the insult. He stumbled and crawled away as fast as he could, and the other man closely followed.
Watching their pathetic retreat, Albert shook his head before turning his attention to the driver, "Why are you still here? Are you waiting for me to invite you for a meal?"
"Ah... I'll leave now!"
The driver startled, was about to exit the car when a charming voice stopped him, "Baxter, you stop right there."
The person speaking was Luna, the girl who was just held hostage in the backseat. She stood with one hand on her hip, pointing at the driver, Baxter, with the other.
She looked irritated, but her pouting appearance also appeared to be quite cute. Alongside her petite figure, she gave a lively vibe.
"Miss Moore!"
Baxter, trembling with fear, looked at Luna and quickly started explaining, "I'm sorry, I was forced into this. If I didn't cooperate, they threatened to kill me and harm my wife and son..."
"Hmm, I don't want to hear your explanation, I just came here to tell you... you've been fired."
"Thank you, Miss Moore. Thank you."
Baxter, upon hearing that Luna was only firing him and not pressing charges, thanked her profusely and then hurriedly left.
Seeing the situation unfold,
Albert slowly asked, "Why didn’t you ask him why they wanted to kidnap you?"
"I know who did it."
Luna pouted, her beautiful face showing a trace of arrogance.
"Oops!"
Suddenly, she let out a gasp, and stuck out her tongue, "My apologies, I almost forgot to thank you for saving my life. By the way, my name is Luna, but you can also call me Luna. What's your name?"
"Albert!"
"Albert?"
Luna slightly frowned, "Your name sounds familiar. It feels like I've heard it somewhere before."
Haha!
Albert chuckled, "I just arrived in Mesa tonight, how could Miss Moore possibly have heard my name? However, I did hear Miss Moore's name on the plane today."
"Really? I'm not even a celebrity, how could I be so famous?"
"I learned about you while reading the newspaper on the plane. The paper mentioned that the heiress of the Moore Corporation, Luna, would be getting married to the eldest young master of the Miles family, Henry, on the first of next month. There was even a photo, though it didn't do justice to your real-life beauty..."
"Alright, enough."
Before Albert could continue, Luna interrupted him in annoyance, "Just hearing the name Henry makes me feel nauseous, and I'm not afraid to tell you, Henry is definitely the one behind my abduction tonight."
Uh!
Albert froze.
He hadn't expected that the person he came back to deal with was also Luna's nemesis. What a coincidence!
"Albert!"
Luna had already changed the subject, "You just mentioned you just arrived in Mesa, do you have a place to stay yet?"
"Ah, I..."
"I see, you must have come to Mesa looking for work, right? Otherwise, why would you be carrying such a large bag?"
At the sound!
Albert crinkles his brows, slightly exasperated.
He doesn't want to talk about his own matters, so he vaguely agrees, "Roughly thereabouts."
"Then do you know how to drive?"
"Such a simple task, of course I can."
"Well then, it just so happens that I just fired my driver. You can act as my driver for now. You can be assured that this young mistress is always generous, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. If you perform well, I'll even offer you a bonus each month."
"Alright!"
This time Albert promptly agrees, thinking that being Luna's driver could perhaps provide an opportunity to deal with the Miles family.
"That's great, with you as my driver, I wouldn't have to worry about getting kidnapped again."
Luna smiles, clearly delighted, and waves her hand,"Then you can start by driving me home, I've been on a plane for several hours, I'm so tired."
With that, she hops into the car and shuts the door behind her.
Albert shakes his head, thinking that this Luna doesn't seem like it's her first time getting kidnapped, no wonder she doesn't seem too apprehensive.
Screech!
Just then, a speedy black business car from behind comes to a sudden halt not far from Luna's car.
Following that, a middle-aged man stepped down from the car.
With a resolute visage and a steady gait, he carried an air of unbending spirit that suggested a tempering of many battles.
However, seeing Albert, his face filled with an excited look, even trembling a bit as he wished to sprint over.
At this sight!
Albert quickly raised his hand in a halt, preventing his action, moreover, he made an act of placing a phone call.
"Albert, why haven't you gotten in the car yet?"
Luna from the car saw Albert standing still, hence she lowered the car window and called out softly.
"Coming!"
Albert hastily responded, then only did he turn around to enter the car, slowly driving away, leaving behind a bewildered middle-aged man.
