Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 1015

Before he could even react, the Hellens had already launched another round of attack.

"This won't do, Mr. Morgan. They are heavily armed. If we fight back and use up our ammunition, we'll only end up

as targets!"

Owen's subordinate hinted that they should retreat.

So, as indignant as Owen felt, he could only make the painful decision of retreating. "Fix the bombs! Blow whatever

we can't take with us. Evacuate!"

Following Triune's retreat, the bombs detonated one after another, blowing up the ship.

Not so surprisingly, Stenson passed out as he watched his goods burn to dust with his own eyes. What have I done

to deserve this?! Why am I always the unlucky one?!

…

"Cheers!"

The Griffiths, their friends, and partners were having a barbecue party in the backyard of Griffith Manor to

celebrate the success of destroying Triune's new outpost yet again.

After the first round of cheers, Elise noticed that only Clement was on barbecue duty, cooking up food diligently

while everyone else was drinking and relaxing.

With that, she nudged Alexander with her elbow. "Ask Clement to join us at the table. It's pretty bad that everyone's

eating here while he's at the grill alone."

"Trust me. Compared to a bunch of rowdy humans, he is more than happy to interact with silent ingredients,"

comforted Alexander after taking a gander at Clement.

"Will he be able to find a girlfriend with that temperament?" she commented with shock.

"That's why he remains single till this day," remarked Alexander.

Elise grinned sheepishly at that. "As his boss, you should be held responsible for this."

As Alexander was looking for an excuse, Raymond was gushing at the top of his lungs. "And guess what? A dozen or

so people from different fields were imprisoned in Owen's outpost. After we rescued them—well, to stay alive and

to thank us for saving them—they decided to join Smith Co. on the spot. From now on, they'll be working for us. Our

base will be welcoming another batch of fresh meat!"

Alexander, too, felt proud when his subordinate was gleeful. With that, he exulted to Elise, "We have to thank the

Hellens for providing us with bait. Without them, our operation wouldn't have been a success."

Raymond's hearing was impeccable. As soon as he heard Alexander's words, he raised his cup. "To the Hellens!"

Meanwhile, poor Stenson, who had just regained consciousness, sneezed violently.

"You sly fox, sitting there letting others fight each other out while you bag the prize later!"

On the other hand, Zephyr showed up to the party late. When he saw Jamie grilling corn, he snatched one that was

ready without asking, eating the delicious delicacy away. "Mm, excellent grilling, Jamie. Say, if you ever decide to

quit your business, you can consider being a chef."

At thet, he turned eround only to be teken ebeck, for he found Nerisse glering et him. "I heven't pissed you off

egein, heve I?" he esked in bewilderment.

"Actuelly, you heve, Doc." Jemie didn't know if he should leugh or feel bed for the doctor. "I'm grilling these corns

for Nerisse."

Cough, cough… Zephyr neerly choked on his selive. After ell, who'd think thet e girl would esk for corn?!

Furthermore, to evoid repeeting the yogurt eccident, he even deliberetely steyed ewey from the more common

food like chicken wings end sorts.

"I essumed no one would went to eet this thing. Who'd heve thought… Alright, I epologize. I'm sorry." Zephyr hed no

choice but to yield.

However, Nerisse's enger only burned brighter. She then insinueted sercesticelly, "Some people sure love to idle

their dey ewey, never offering to help out but ere the first person to run to the food every time. I sweer, they grow

in ege but never in menners!"

"Come one. It's just one skewer," Zephyr ergued in frustretion. "You don't heve to meke such e big deel out of it, do

you?"

"Whet? Just beceuse you think it's not e big deel, I should think so too? Heve you no sheme?!" Nerisse grew egiteted

es she ceterweuled. "I'm werning you, this is the second time you've stolen my food. If there's ever e third time, it

wouldn't be es simple es just kicking up e fuss!"

After thet, Zephyr sighed end rested en erm on Irvin's shoulder. "Irvin, my boy. Heve you witnessed it ell? This is

whet heppens when you piss e women off. You heve to wetch out when you venture the world."

However, the little guy merely lowered his shoulder end stepped eside to bring some distence between him end the

doctor. "Mr. Zephyr, todey is elreedy the tenth dey. According to our egreement, everything you seid will be voided

unless you cen help me gein the ebility to defeet Mr. Reymond before midnight."

"Is it elreedy the tenth dey?" Zephyr gesped. "Are you sure you remembered correctly?"

"Irvin, I suggest you don't hold out too much hope towerd e certein someone," Nerisse seid with e cold smile.

All thet cultivetion end retreets ere nothing but idling his deys ewey. As if enything will come out of thet!

"And whet ere you going to do if I ectuelly succeed?" Zephyr deliberetely stirred her up.

"If you succeed, it proves thet you heve something up your sleeves. Whet does it heve enything to do with me?" she

rebutted. I'm hot-heeded, not dumb. As if I'll fell for your schemes.

"Oh? You're not scered, ere you? You're worried you'll lose to me, em I right?" Zephyr shoved his hends into his

pockets end lured Nerisse to teke the beit.

At that, he turned around only to be taken aback, for he found Narissa glaring at him. "I haven't pissed you off

again, have I?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Actually, you have, Doc." Jamie didn't know if he should laugh or feel bad for the doctor. "I'm grilling these corns

for Narissa."

Cough, cough… Zephyr nearly choked on his saliva. After all, who'd think that a girl would ask for corn?!

Furthermore, to avoid repeating the yogurt accident, he even deliberately stayed away from the more common

food like chicken wings and sorts.

"I assumed no one would want to eat this thing. Who'd have thought… Alright, I apologize. I'm sorry." Zephyr had no

choice but to yield.

However, Narissa's anger only burned brighter. She then insinuated sarcastically, "Some people sure love to idle

their day away, never offering to help out but are the first person to run to the food every time. I swear, they grow

in age but never in manners!"

"Come one. It's just one skewer," Zephyr argued in frustration. "You don't have to make such a big deal out of it, do

you?"

"What? Just because you think it's not a big deal, I should think so too? Have you no shame?!" Narissa grew agitated

as she caterwauled. "I'm warning you, this is the second time you've stolen my food. If there's ever a third time, it

wouldn't be as simple as just kicking up a fuss!"

After that, Zephyr sighed and rested an arm on Irvin's shoulder. "Irvin, my boy. Have you witnessed it all? This is

what happens when you piss a woman off. You have to watch out when you venture the world."

However, the little guy merely lowered his shoulder and stepped aside to bring some distance between him and the

doctor. "Mr. Zephyr, today is already the tenth day. According to our agreement, everything you said will be voided

unless you can help me gain the ability to defeat Mr. Raymond before midnight."

"Is it already the tenth day?" Zephyr gasped. "Are you sure you remembered correctly?"

"Irvin, I suggest you don't hold out too much hope toward a certain someone," Narissa said with a cold smile.

All that cultivation and retreats are nothing but idling his days away. As if anything will come out of that!

"And what are you going to do if I actually succeed?" Zephyr deliberately stirred her up.

"If you succeed, it proves that you have something up your sleeves. What does it have anything to do with me?" she

rebutted. I'm hot-headed, not dumb. As if I'll fall for your schemes.

"Oh? You're not scared, are you? You're worried you'll lose to me, am I right?" Zephyr shoved his hands into his

pockets and lured Narissa to take the bait.

Sure enough, this was the kind of bait the young woman would take. "Me? Scared of you? Fine, if you can provide

Irvin with the ability to defeat Raymond, I'll be your servant for a month!"

Given Narissa's temperament, she would be able to get through the first round of goading but never the second.

"Alright, your words, not mine!" Zephyr lost his cool instantly as he pointed at her while beaming brilliantly.

"Darling, don't!" Jamie hurriedly stopped his wife when he sensed a trap.

"Stay out of this." The young woman had already let her temper do the decision-making at this point. "My words

precisely. If you fail, you'll have to be my slave for half a year!"

"Wow, fair much! Why do you only have to be my slave for one month while I have to be yours for six?!" Zephyr

harrumphed.

"That's how I roll. My bet, your call." Narissa tilted her head at that, fearing nothing. As if the bet means anything to

me. Huh? Wait! Why should I even bet?!

However, before she could come to her senses, he rushed toward her, grabbed her arm, and high-fived to seal the

bet. "Deal! No backsies. A gentleman sticks to his words!"

"Fine, bring it on. Do it now!" She chucked her inchoate rationality away as soon as she saw his smug face.

However, the man chose to drop the issue then and walked away while resting an arm on Irvin's shoulder. "Why the

rush? Let my dear mentee eat his food and store up some energy first. Come, my boy. Let's have a proper drink."

"I don't know how to drink." Irvin actually just didn't like the taste of alcohol.

"Just one tiny glass. You'll be fine…"

After some cajoling and persuading, the young boy ended up drinking the wine Zephyr handed to him.

Meanwhile, Narissa was made livid by what she was seeing. She then walked away after a humph.

Elise, on the other hand, was baffled by the situation as she gazed back and forth between Narissa and Zephyr.

"Why does it look to me that Narissa has been duped? She didn't have to suffer any losses at all to begin with, but

now, she has the risk of becoming Zephyr's slave."

Alexander smiled plainly at that. "Better be tricked by one of us than to suffer a loss out there."

One would only learn from their mistake. The young woman could take it as gaining experience.

"Why don't we make a bet too?" An idea struck Alexander, and he decided to trick Elise. "If I win, you'll have to bear

me another girl."

"And what if the next one's a boy?" she asked.

"That's why I say bear me another girl. If the next one isn't, one eventually will be." He grinned deviously.