Raised From The Wild-Chapter 391: Return Of The Dragon Lord 2
Princess Amaya deftly rotated her wrist and positioned her thumb on the vulnerable spot between her captor’s thumb and index finger. With a swift motion, she used her body’s momentum to pull her arm and swiftly stepped aside, distancing herself from him.
However, the man turned her around and pulled her close.
The man stood tall, his presence commanding attention. As she observed him, her gaze was drawn to the intricate emblem adorning his right chest—an elegant golden phoenix embroidered with great detail.
Her eyes then traveled down to his left thigh, where she discovered another impressive embroidery of a second golden phoenix, equally intricate and captivating.
Princess Amaya was shocked. He was wearing Dragon Lord’s outfit, just like her.
She lifted her gaze gradually until it met the face of a man who was wearing a mask that closely resembled hers. The only disparity was that he had night vision goggles concealing his eyes.
They were standing so close that Princess Amaya could feel his warm breath fanning her face.
"Who are you? You can’t possibly be the Dragon Lord, can you?" Princess Amaya asked, her voice soft and unsure. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
The man’s voice, slightly hoarse, demanded, "And who are you? What are you doing here?" It seemed as though he was intentionally making his voice sound rough.
"Princess, we only have 5 minutes before the security system will be activated again." ExZee reminded her.
"I am looking for clues." Princess Amaya hesitated but eventually told him the truth. "Are you a copycat? Why are you imitating Dragon Lord?"
"From what I know, Dragon Lord is a man. You are a woman. So who is imitating who?" The man said playfully.
Princess Amaya was speechless.
"I think we came for the same purpose. Please move aside. I can disable the alarm from that device."
Princess Amaya stepped aside. The man wearing the DragonLord outfit started working.
’How could he tell that we came for the same purpose? I am looking for clues about Marx. Was he sent by the Skylars?’ Princess Amaya pondered to herself as she watched the man with interest.
He swiftly entered a sequence of letters and numbers on the vault door’s keypad. After repeating the process three times with remarkable dexterity, the outer keypad panel slid open, exposing yet another keypad panel inside.
"Indeed, so many layers of security." Princess Amaya commented.
The man once again entered a long series of numbers and letters.
The lights inside the vault turned off.
He carefully lifted the glass cover, pried it open, and removed the chip from inside. After replacing it with a nearly identical chip, he closed the glass cover and returned it to its place inside the secure vault.
Princess Amaya was mesmerized as the man’s fingers worked nimbly.
He inserted the small chip into a secure plastic container, making sure it was well protected. Then, he concealed the container inside a secret compartment within his vest.
Princess Amaya glared at him. She wanted to steal the chip, but she hesitated. After all, he was the one who unraveled the secret key to deactivate the security system that protected the chip.
"Don’t even think about it. You will endanger your life if you keep this." The man whispered into her ear.
Princess Amaya felt a jolt of surprise. ’How could he possibly know my innermost thoughts? Am I truly so transparent that my feelings are visible even through tinted glassses?’
"Hurry! we are running out of time!"
The man in the Dragon Lord’s outfit grabbed Princess Amaya’s hand. He pressed a series of numbers on a hidden panel located at the wall.
The door slid open. Princess Amaya was dragged by the man out of the secret chamber back to the bedroom
They climbed from the balcony onto the roof. As they prepared to scale the fence, a deafening alarm pierced the silence, reverberating throughout the entire villa.
"Go ahead and make your escape! I will lead them away in the opposite direction."
Princess Amaya acted without hesitation. She swiftly leaped to the other side of the fence and sprinted half a kilometer to the spot where she had concealed her motorbike.
She hurriedly donned the blue cardigan sweater, the soft fabric providing warmth against the cool evening breeze. Retrieving a spare helmet from a compartment at the back of the motorbike, she put it on her head. It was not identical to the one she had worn earlier.
Princess Amaya turned on the engine and pulled the clutch before leading her motorbike out of the woods.
At first, she was careful not to create too much noise as she was still within a hearing distance from the Black’s mansion.
But as the distance between her and the mansion on top of the hill increased, she stopped and turned around with a sly smile.
It was time to embrace freedom on the road!
***
In the dead of night, the Princess rode her motorbike through the darkness. Her figure cut through the stillness like a shadow in motion. The roar of the engine broke the heavy silence, a low, steady growl that reverberated through the winding road going down the hill.
The headlight beamed forward, a piercing ray of light illuminating the road ahead, casting long shadows against the narrow asphalt.
’I hope that man will be safe and was not caught.’ Princess Amaya thought. She was distracted, and she almost drove the motorbike down the mountain.
She forced herself to pay attention.
Her sharp eyes were focused and unwavering beneath the visor of her helmet, reflecting the dim glow of the moon above.
The wind whipped against her helmet and cardigan sweater, pressing them tightly against her body as she leaned into the curves of the road with ease. The night air was cool and biting as it brushed against her skin, but she only felt the adrenaline pulsing through her veins.
As she cruised down the mountain, the world around her was hushed. She felt the quiet rhythm of her bike’s engine and glimpsed the fleeting flash of the trees as the side. There was an aura of solitude, as if the road belonged solely to her, stretching endlessly into the unknown.
Then, the sound of another engine grew louder as it rapidly approached her, roaring from the distance.
