Previously, at Luca's instruction, Samira followed Dragan all the way to a hidden corner at the edge of the cemetery.
She was ready to teach this scoundrel a good lesson and try to find out from him why he had interfered.
This was not the first time Samira had done something like this.
However, before, it was mostly done under the orders of Luca's mother, Gina.
With the Family Head currently in a coma and her husband deceased, Samira herself didn't feel there was anything wrong with Young Master Luca taking the lead.
Her only concern was that it seemed a bit too cruel for the young master, who had previously been kind-hearted and rarely involved in the family's affairs, to now have to force himself to act maturely and handle everything.
On the contrary, Samira felt not the slightest bit of discomfort in dealing with this good-for-nothing who had almost become the Family Head.
In fact, if it weren't for Luca's recent instructions, Samira would have considered secretly eliminating this scoundrel to be done with him once and for all.
Seeing that no one was around, Samira quickly bent down and pulled a gleaming dagger from her boot.
Then, in a few quick steps, she caught up to Dragan, kicked him to the ground, and pressed the dagger against his neck.
"Ah—"
Just as the panicked Dragan was about to shout, Samira's rough hand clamped down firmly over his mouth.
Blocking all his subsequent screams.
Looking at Dragan, who had lost all his previous arrogance, Samira gently pressed the dagger down, her tone sharp.
"You should know what I want to ask, right?!"
The sharp dagger pressed against his neck, and crimson blood immediately flowed out.
At this moment, Dragan no longer had his previous arrogance; his already lifeless eyes were filled only with terror.
His pale face, he didn't know if it was from fright or simply because his body was too depleted.
He struggled desperately, continuously making 'Woohoo' sounds.
Samira saw this, lifted her hand, and motioned for him to speak.
Dragan, who was already somewhat scared senseless, didn't even dare to shout for help, only trembling as he questioned.
"You, you! What do you want?! I am also an Orange Family family heir!!"
Samira heard this and showed disdain, the force in her hand not lessening in the slightest.
"Dragan, for the sake of the Madam, tell me what you..."
Before Samira could finish her sentence, her keen senses noticed that Dragan, who had been terrified, suddenly relaxed, his gaze fixed on something behind her.
Without another word of nonsense, Samira immediately dove and rolled to the side.
The next moment, a small dirt pit exploded where Samira had been standing.
Then, several faint gunshots followed in quick succession.
Samira rolled rapidly, stopping only when she leaned against an unknown tombstone, where she took a slight breath.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp—"
The continuous gunshots maintained suppression, causing stone fragments to splatter from the surface of the rather luxurious tombstone.
'Three enemies, P226, silencers, subsonic rounds!'
Based on the sounds and bullet holes, Samira quickly determined the enemies' positions, while also reaching for her bosom.
As a bodyguard, she naturally carried a firearm, but unlike her opponents, she hadn't prepared a silencer.
Her mind racing, Samira quickly made a judgment.
As the sound of the tombstone behind her shattering gradually decreased, Samira's muscles immediately tensed, and she burst out of cover like a strong female leopard.
Her hawk-like gaze quickly swept across the distance.
Three armed enemies in black suits: one was still firing, one was reloading, and the last one was roughly dragging the scrambling Dragan, covering his escape.
Samira saw this, used the arch of her foot to exert force, and continuously dodged sideways.
She ignored the man in black who was still shooting, letting the bullets whiz past her.
At the same time, she exerted force with her veined forearm.
"Whoosh—"
The dagger was thrown out at high speed.
It cut through the air like a sharp sword, hitting the face of the reloading man in black without hesitation.
"Pfft~"
Blood splattered.
The man didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell backward.
And at this moment, the man in black who had been continuously firing also happened to empty his magazine.
Without even looking at the man in black who was still futilely pulling the trigger with a 'click-click-click'.
Samira exerted force with her feet again.
Rotten leaves exploded behind her.
The agile Samira quickly rushed towards Dragan, who was being dragged away.
However, she had only run two steps when her expression changed slightly.
It wasn't because the person supporting Dragan pulled out a pistol to retaliate.
Rather, at this moment, three more armed men in black appeared in the distant dense forest, aiming at her.
Samira was still seven or eight steps away from Dragan and his companion; there was no time to rush closer and force the enemies to hold back due to close-quarters combat.
She immediately ducked down and again hid behind a cover.
The 'Chirp chirp' of bullets rained down on the outside of the cover.
Samira could only reach for her pistol again.
However, this time, when she leaned out from cover and aimed her gun.
She could only see the last man in black dragging the body she had killed with her throwing knife, retreating into the dense forest.
And the others had already disappeared into the dense forest.
Her arm muscles tensed and then relaxed.
Samira ultimately chose not to pull the trigger.
Although this location was hidden, her gunshots could attract the attention of others and cause unnecessary trouble.
She was also not sure if she could escape unscathed.
Moreover, since the enemies were so brazenly using firearms, she had to quickly go to Luca to protect his safety.
After waiting behind cover for a moment to confirm that all enemies had left, Samira put away her pistol and quickly got up, hurrying towards Luca.
...
On the other side.
Dragan, who had just been rescued, was dragged into a stretched limousine by a man in black.
The men in black who had been protecting him earlier did not get into the car.
The car door closed softly.
Dragan, still shaken, was breathing heavily, but his gaze never dared to look at the refined young man sitting opposite him in the car.
"Mr. Orange, you seem to have messed things up?"
The speaker was dressed in a meticulously neat black suit, wore square black-rimmed glasses, and exuded the aura of a financial elite.
However, his light remark caused Dragan, who was already terrified, to tremble uncontrollably.
"We... Wesley, this... this can't be blamed on me, it's that scoundrel kid Luca, it's all his fault, he doesn't acknowledge me as his uncle at all!!"
The more Dragan spoke, the angrier he became, as if he had completely forgotten his previous irrational behavior.
"Is that so? Why did my subordinate report that you didn't show any intention of being close to him at all?"