The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 225: The Mercenaries

But he could vaguely perceive that Kate was fleeing—somewhere deep within a rainforest.

Several figures around her were running too. Likely her colleagues.

More importantly...

The direction indicated by the Mind Circle revealed something shocking: Kate wasn't in Kampuchea, as she had claimed—she was near the Texas border!

She had mentioned before that she was investigating a kidnapping... But now it was clear—something far more sinister was going on.

Bang!

Suddenly, one of the reporters near her was shot. His head exploded, and he collapsed in front of her.

Then the connection cut out.

John's eyes flew open in horror.

"Kate!"

His blood ran cold. Rage surged through him like a wildfire, nearly consuming his senses.

"KATE!" he roared.

How could he possibly bear to watch one of his sisters suffer?

Without hesitation, John tore off toward Texas at full speed.

Meanwhile...

In the southern U.S., nine Oracle Generals, all above the Venerable Realm, were utterly shocked to receive the Oracle Token from John.

Their King was furious.

And he was personally en route to rescue his woman.

Without a moment's hesitation, the nine generals led a large contingent of martial artists toward Texas.

They would protect the king's woman at all costs.

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Kate was running desperately.

Bullets tore through the trees.

Her companions fell one after another—each loss a knife to her heart.

Their cover story, investigating a kidnapping involving the King of Kampuchea, was just that—a cover. In truth, she and her team were investigating a cross-border human trafficking organization based in Texas.

But due to a fatal mistake by one of her colleagues, their identities had been exposed.

Now, they were being hunted.

Their assassins?

Mercenaries—and not just any mercenaries, but ones trained in martial arts.

Whoosh!

A bullet screamed past Kate's temple, slamming into a tree ahead.

The wind from the shot sliced her cheek open like a blade, and her ears rang from the sound of passing bullets. But there was nothing she could do.

She could only keep running—gripping the ugly little amulet hanging from her neck, the one John had given her.

He'd said it would bring her luck.

She prayed he was right.

Puff!

A bullet struck her in the left shoulder.

She cried out in pain. Her vision blurred. For a moment, she thought it was the end—she would die here, in a foreign jungle.

"You bastards... you're doomed..."

Just as she stumbled, about to collapse, a powerful figure dashed through the trees.

He caught her mid-fall and lifted her into his arms—racing toward the U.S. border.

It was Tristan.

Under the King's secret orders, he had been protecting Kate in the shadows.

But the attack had come suddenly. By the time he reached her, she had already been hit.

And there was a bigger problem...

Tristan was a martial artist, yes—but he couldn't withstand bullets. He had to rely on his speed and the dense terrain to dodge the gunfire.

But he was still human.

His physical strength had limits.

While martial artists were stronger than ordinary people, their endurance was not infinite.

Soon, Tristan's legs began to falter.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Two bullets slammed into his body.

His life force drained rapidly—but still, he shielded Kate with his own flesh.

Just a little longer...

Just hold on a little longer...

If he could make it through the jungle... reach the area guarded by the Oracle Generals...

Tristan clenched his teeth.

Bang! Bang!

Two more bullets found their mark.

His body trembled—he was on the verge of collapse.

Death hovered near.

But finally...

Nine Oracle Generals descended from the sky like divine wrath.

Tristan fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from his wounds, but he looked up with a broken smile and gasped:

"Generals... tell His Highness... Tristan did his best..."

"HURRY!" shouted Linen Rowdy, one of the generals from the Three-Six Department.

"How DARE you harm the king's woman! Kill them all!" he bellowed, blue veins bulging on his forehead.

"KILL THEM ALL!"

The Oracle martial artists charged forward in righteous fury.

The nine generals led the attack—each of them unleashing invisible forcefields that formed impenetrable barriers, deflecting the incoming bullets with ease.

The mercenaries paled the moment they saw the generals.

They knew exactly who these men were.

Formidable. Ruthless. Unstoppable.

They hadn't even crossed the border yet, but the overwhelming pressure made them tremble with fear.

Years ago...

The terrifying Oracle King had personally led thirty-six martial artists into the capital of Texas—forcing the local organizations to sign a binding contract.

Since then, no martial sect in Texas had dared to act out of line.

This time, the mercenaries had intended to kill the reporters before they could cross the border—burying the scandal before it could spread.

But fate had other plans.

They never expected to encounter the Oracle Generals.

If they wanted to live today, there was only one choice:

Retreat.