The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 796: Samurai Time

THUD!

Silo and Derek blinked blankly as they stared at Lola, who had just taken down another person who crossed their path. To make it even more shocking, Amala had covered for her—even while two men were dragging her.

The duo—Derek and Silo—were more or less just Amala’s feet at this point.

Lola wiped her cheek with the back of her hand before pressing the button to drop the magazine and reload. They had gotten out of one facility, only to end up in another because of the people in the open yard.

Now, she had to deal with almost the same number of enemies.

I don’t have a lot of ammunition left, she thought, having already looted the others.

Looking back at them, Lola tossed the handgun in her hand. Derek caught it on instinct.

"That’s the last," she said, and Derek quickly passed the handgun to Amala.

"What does that mean, Lola?" Silo asked, only to see Lola unsheathing the sword slung across her back.

"It means samurai time." She raised her brows briefly, almost as if joking.

"Seriously?" Derek blurted under his breath, only to hear Amala chuckle softly.

"Let’s just get out of here," Amala said weakly. "Or, better yet, leave us somewhere safer."

"That can’t happen," Lola breathed. "I don’t trust this place."

For someone who had lived four lifetimes, I’m sure he has a last resort.

At least, that would be what she would do if she were the cardinal. So it was best for them to get as far away as possible.

With that, Lola huffed and turned her back on them.

"Let’s go."

With nothing but a sword in her hand, Lola led the three down the path ahead. But as they moved, she stopped, spotting someone from the corner of her eye.

"Izu!" she shouted, rushing toward the window. "IZUU!!!"

Even Lola didn’t know how she managed to spot him from that distance, but she knew it was him. Maybe it was his height, his shadow, or the way he walked. Perhaps she had been observing him more than she realized—enough to recognize him instantly.

In another building, Izu paused when he heard a faint call. Turning his head, he saw something glinting, like a sword being waved out a window. When he narrowed his eyes, his breath hitched.

"Madam!" he shouted, his heart racing. They had finally found her—the one person their team was prioritizing above all else.

Without hesitation, Izu pressed his earpiece. "I can see Madam. She’s in the other building on our left—second floor, eighth window. She’s holding a sword..."

As his voice rang in everyone’s ears, the others with him turned their heads and caught sight of the glinting blade.

"We’re close. I’m coming to her," another voice responded, prompting Izu to step forward and signal Lola. "Madam!!"

He pointed toward the group approaching the building she was in. Lola barely understood his signals, but when she saw men moving toward her location, her expression cleared.

Turning to Amala, Silo, and Derek, she nodded.

"Found our guys," she breathed, grinning. "We’re safe."

But just as she said that, she caught sight of another man approaching from her side. Sliding her gaze toward him, she immediately recognized the symbol of the church—the same symbol carried by everyone she had fought.

"Lola—"

CLANG!

Lola swung her sword and instinctively diverted the bullet’s trajectory, sending it into the wall behind them. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed more people pouring in.

"Amala!" she called.

BANG!

Lola stepped in front of the three, using her blade to deflect the incoming bullets. Not that she could see each one clearly. She simply based her timing on the sparks from their muzzles. Since their weapons were older models, the bullets were slightly slower.

As Lola advanced, the men firing paused in shock.

"How... how can we not hit her?" one of them blurted in horror. He pulled the trigger again, but Lola simply swayed aside like a drunkard.

Then, from behind her, sparks flashed before their eyes.

Amala—her arms still draped over Derek and Silo’s shoulders—lifted the pistol and aimed. Each time she pulled the trigger, someone in her line of sight fell.

"Hey—" Lola stopped in front of a man frozen in place.

The man could’ve sworn all he saw were her eyes—her face swallowed in shadows—and the glint of her blade.

"No, no—"

SLASH!

The next thing he knew, pain erupted across his body as the blade cut through him. Lola kicked him down and moved into close combat, finishing off those Amala couldn’t reach due to her limited movement.

"God—" Derek squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body trembling at the horrifying scene unfolding before him.

Even Silo felt his legs turn to tofu, thinking this wasn’t something he should be witnessing. But perhaps because it was Amala he was carrying, his knees refused to give out completely.

THUD!

When the last person fell with a violent crash, Amala, Silo, and Derek could only stare at Lola from a distance. They hadn’t realized just how many people she had taken down in the hallway until it was cleared—bodies piled across the floor, blood soaking the surface.

Standing in the middle of them, a sword in one hand and a severed arm in the other, was... Lola.

Derek opened and closed his mouth, his heart sinking in dread.

If he told anyone about this, no one would believe him.

He had seen her shoot people, but slash them? Butcher them?

Derek collapsed onto the floor as his knees finally gave in, nearly dragging Amala and Silo down with him. Thankfully, Amala had begun trying to stand on her own, and Silo’s legs barely held firm.

The duo instinctively turned to Derek, noticing the pale look on his face as he stared blankly at Lola.

Amala released a shallow breath. "You’re lucky she let you off the way she did," she murmured.

Derek slowly looked up at her.

"That’s the side of her you do not want to know."

At the same time, the members of the Order—who had finally reached the floor—paused at the sight before them. Some even stepped back, seeing nothing but red and bodies littering the hallway, with Lola standing atop one of them.

Just moments ago, she had been waving that sword out the window.

Now, that same sword was drenched in blood, just like her.

"Take them." Her stern voice snapped them out of their shock. "Those three—take them to safety."

The men blinked, recomposed themselves, and nodded.

"Yes, Ma’am!"