Chapter 390

At the training camp…

“Mr. Boucher, your little goddess left so long ago. Are you still thinking about her?”

Francisco had just finished playing basketball with a few of his friends, and his body was still drenched in
sweat. He was sitting on the bench drinking water while taking the ridicule of his friends head-on. He
then waved at them. “Go away, stop making fun of m

e.”

Someone stepped over the bench, sat beside him, picked up the water bottle at his feet, and unscrewed
it. “You’ve been rather absent-minded ever since your little goddess left the training camp. You haven’t
been playing with us very diligently either.”

He took a sip and then asked faintly, “Have your soul left the training camp together with her?”

Francisco let out a sigh. “My soul has left the camp your *ss! I’m trying to be serious now so that I can go
home earlier.”

The man did not believe it. “How can you still be a bully when you go home? Your parents will still keep
an eye on you, won’t they? Isn’t life in the training camp rather happy?”

“It’s indeed happy.” Francisco looked at him. “But how much longer can this continue? I don’t want to get
into top management, so I’ll be able to go home in a few more years. Thus, instead of waiting for my time
here to end, I might as well go home now and lead a happy life.”

‘In the training camp, I could either fight my way into the top management or wait for the end of my term
to return home. I’ve stayed here for a few years already. Although it’s considered to have helped me



escape the strict control of my family, I’ll still have to go home sooner or later.’

Seeing that Francisco was getting up, the man asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going
back to the dorm to take a shower. I stink like a pig now.”

Francisco walked to the ground floor of the dormitory and saw two people there.

Instructor Leach’s back was facing him, while the man in front of him was standing very close to him and
had his hand placed on Instructor Leach’s shoulder as if he was whispering something to him.

The man saw Francisco from the corner of his gaze, and his eyes tumed slightly cold. He pulled down
the brim of his cap to cover his face, tumed around with his hands inserted into his pocket, and left
quickly.



Instructor Leach took two steps backward stiffly, his posture seeming a little unstable.

Francisco noticed something was wrong, trotted toward Instructor Leach, and saw that he had lost his
balance. Instructor Leach fell all of a sudden, so Francisco dashed forward to support him. “Instructor
Leach!”

Francisco’s gaze shifted onto the dagger that was stabbed into Instructor Leach’s abdomen, and his
hands were covered in blood.

The man drove away from the training camp. When he saw Rowena’s call, he put on a Bluetooth
headset and answered the call, “M S. Summers?”

“Are you on your way back now? And are you driving at 100 miles per hour?” she asked calmly.

The man was startled. “Yes… How do you know that, Ms. Summers?”



His car’s current speed was indeed at 100 miles per hour.

Immediately after that, he heard Rowena say with murderous intent, “Stone, I’m sorry. I know you’re very
loyal, but I can’t place my bet on the fact that you’ve never betrayed me, so don’t blame me.”

“Ms. Summers, what… What do you mean?”

Sweat perspired on Stone’s forehead, and he noticed something subconsciously as he heard the sound
of a clock ticking away.

He finally understood why Rowena had asked him about his current speed. This timed explosive had a
speed timer, and the countdown of the explosive would be activated as soon as he exceeded the speed
limit.

Several jeeps blocked the intersection of the rocky road. It was obvious to him that he had fallen into
someone else’s trap this time around

Stone burst into laughter like a madman. “Ms. Summers, you’re really a cruel b*tch!”

He stepped on the accelerator abruptly. “If that’s the case, why don’t we go to hell together!”

The people in the jeeps picked up the walkie-talkies and yelled at each other, “Everyone! Stay away from
the car! He plans to drag us down together! Move!”

Everyone jumped out of the jeeps and into the woods.

On approach, the car exploded.

The flame was everywhere as the ground quaked.

Those who were lying on the ground were astonished.



Nolan was standing in front of the window smoking a cigarette when his cell phone rang. Hans was
calling him.


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