Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 198 Headache
Amsterdam Airport.

Amidst the noisy crowd, a man and a woman carrying suitcases headed towards the airport.

Why did you suddenly decide to go to Boston to see your daughter?

As they walked, Wendy asked Roberts with a hint of doubt, "After we left the supermarket, Roberts suddenly said he wanted to go to Boston to visit his daughter. Although Roberts vaguely said that he missed his daughter, Wendy knew Roberts' personality and knew that this was definitely not the real reason."

He rarely saw his daughter, always worried about causing her trouble. He would only secretly come to Boston to spend one night with her during Christmas each year. At other times, Wendy took care of her, because Wendy was not a combatant, but only responsible for logistics and intelligence, and her actions were not as conspicuous as Roberts'.

However, when Wendy asked the question, Roberts gave a vague answer.

“If Bruni comes to the United States, Boston is very likely to be where he will stay, and I would also like to see my daughter while I’m there.”

In front of Roberts, Wendy gave him a deep look, her eyes filled with something indescribable. Roberts was certain that his partner had seen through something, but in the end she said nothing, only nodded.

“Alright then, as you wish, we’ll go to Boston…some guy who can’t lie.”

With that, she carried her suitcase and walked into the airport. Behind her, Roberts didn't know how to explain for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he chose to follow her.

……

A few days later, in Boston.

Surrounded by towering buildings, the scenery flashed by as we rode in Wendy's red convertible.

"How many cars do you have exactly? Does the Secret Order have that much income?"

Roberts glanced at the logo; it seemed to be Porsche. He vaguely remembered seeing an advertisement for a car like this somewhere before, something like a price tag of over two million US dollars.

“I’m not like some people who can support themselves and their whole family without worrying about food and clothing. I also have to take care of a girl. How can I not think of ways to make money? And that person doesn’t pay me.”

A faint voice drifted over, and although Roberts couldn't see the face behind the sunglasses clearly through the rearview mirror, he could vaguely sense a hint of displeasure.

She was upset that she had lied to her.

Although she didn't ask any further questions, the two of them always worked together with Roberts in charge of combat and Wendy in charge of intelligence and logistics. In terms of being meticulous and observant, Wendy far surpassed Roberts.

She could sense that Roberts was deliberately hiding things from her.

But she won't argue or defend herself, just like she always has, supporting Roberts and never causing him trouble. But that doesn't mean she won't get angry; she will also express her dissatisfaction to Roberts in her own way.

Roberts wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it.

Could it be that she had become wary of someone because of a single remark? Roberts herself couldn't understand why she had chosen to believe that person's words. Was it a premonition stemming from her concern for her daughter? Or was it for some other reason?
he does not know.

"Be careful of Wendy, don't trust her."

The warning was so clear, as if it had just happened. Roberts didn't understand why, but the man who called himself "Uberto Bruni" had indeed said it.

However, upon hearing those words, Roberts surprisingly felt no emotion, showing no surprise whatsoever, as if it were simply the norm...

A forgotten fact...

"Um……"

In a daze, a sudden, inexplicable headache began to strike, causing Roberts to pause in his thoughts.

He groaned, clutching his head with his hand. His mind was spinning, and the inexplicable pain made it difficult for him to sort out his thoughts.

His vision began to darken, his hands and feet trembled involuntarily, and the pounding of his veins was clearly audible in his ears... In just a few seconds, this man, who had been trained since childhood, fought against all kinds of dark creatures for decades, and was not afraid of torture, had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

Wendy, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also noticed Roberts's unusual behavior and immediately realized what was going on.

"...My headache...it's flared up again..."

Roberts could no longer hear what Wendy was saying. His mind was spinning, and he could only vaguely sense the helplessness in her voice, the pills being hurriedly fed to his mouth by a soft hand, and the disorienting sense of space as the car crashed wildly on the highway...

A dozen minutes later, Roberts sat on a bench in Central Park, tilting his head back and drinking mineral water, while Wendy sat beside him.

"God, this really scared me to death. All these years, I thought you were all healed."

She glanced at Roberts beside her, her face showing lingering fear.

"It's been almost ten years since I had a relapse, who knew it would suddenly flare up again..."

Roberts looked at the water bottle in his hand, nodded, and said.

"Yes, it's been more than ten years..."

Wendy spoke with deep feeling, but suddenly she stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Roberts noticed this and looked up to see Wendy secretly watching his expression, her face showing some unease and apprehension.

He shook his head, unexpectedly offering words of comfort to Wendy.

"It's alright...it's all over now."

Looking at Roberts and confirming that he wasn't angry, Wendy gradually relaxed. In her memory, whenever she brought up related matters, Roberts would become unusually silent, to the point that she tried her best not to mention such things again.

But she didn't notice that Roberts' hand, holding the bottle of mineral water, was quietly clenching, and her eyes held an unspeakable melancholy...

Yes, it's been more than ten years, it's time to let it go. He murmured to himself.

Over a decade ago, Roberts married Betty, an English-American woman he had met, and they had a daughter. Shortly after their daughter's birth, vampires, somehow having received advance warning, suddenly attacked their secret residence.

After a fierce battle with the vampire, Roberts, who rushed to the scene, successfully led his wife and daughter to escape. However, his newlywed wife, Betty, died from her injuries, leaving only his daughter, Joan, to survive.

After that, Roberts fell seriously ill and developed inexplicable headaches, which doctors couldn't diagnose. This was also the reason why Roberts almost retired back then, because no one would want a mercenary who was always getting headaches.

Wendy was only 16 years old at the time, but she had already become his partner for several years thanks to her outstanding intelligence, and she had witnessed firsthand the decline of a once spirited warrior. During Roberts's most degenerate moments, she always firmly believed that this former "Ironheart" would eventually rise again, and it was during these years that the former "Ironheart" began to regain his former reputation.

"I wonder how Qiong is doing now. It's rare to see her. It seems like the last time was two years ago. She was so timid and seemed very cowardly..."

Roberts thought to himself.

“Then let’s go to the clinic later. You wait here for a while, and I’ll go and contact a private clinic in Boston.”

Seeing that Roberts was indeed alright, Wendy smiled.

Because the park doesn't allow phone calls for the sake of quiet, Wendy turned and left to find a place where she could make a call, while Roberts leaned back on a bench and closed his eyes to rest.

Leaning back on the bench, surrounded by shady trees, feeling the sun's rays on her face, Roberts was enjoying this rare moment of peace...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, he felt something make a sound beside him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw several girls dressed in trendy clothes and wearing smoky makeup throwing pebbles at him for fun in the distance.

"Hey, homeless people aren't welcome here!"

In Roberts's line of sight, one of the girls, a boyish-looking girl with smoky makeup and a baseball bat slung over her shoulder, looked up and said defiantly.

To be fair, she has a pretty face, and her youthful spirit and vitality are evident. However, her clumsy and poor-quality smoky makeup ruins that youthful charm.

tramp?
Roberts stared at her in surprise, then looked around to make sure no one else was there before he had to admit that she was talking about him.

Do I look like a homeless person?

A sense of absurdity arose in his heart, but he was completely unaware that his unkempt and unkempt appearance did indeed resemble that of a homeless person sleeping on the street. However, Roberts was too lazy to care and continued to close his eyes.

The girl who seemed to be in charge got angry when she saw that Roberts ignored her. She stepped forward, raised her baseball bat, and was about to swing it down.

However, the baseball bat wasn't aimed at anyone, but rather at the bench next to her; clearly, she just wanted to scare Roberts.

But suddenly, those eyes opened, their cold pupils filled with icy stillness.

"Get lost, don't bother me."

The sound echoed in her ears, eerily calm, making her heart skip a beat and causing her downward swing to falter, stopping abruptly in mid-air.

Seeing that the girl had stopped, Roberts closed her eyes again.

He wasn't worried about what the girl would do next; if he couldn't even scare a little girl, he wouldn't be "Iron-Hearted Roberts".

"Boss, what's wrong..."

However, the girls not far away did not see this scene. They only saw the leader rush over angrily and then inexplicably stop.

"You just wait, when my boss arrives, we'll see how she deals with you..."

Seemingly embarrassed in front of the girls, the girl with smoky makeup was both angry and furious, but the cold look in her eyes successfully frightened her, and she dared not do anything more. She could only shout and lead the girls away in a sorry state.

Roberts scoffed at such remarks, even doubting whether the little girl would dare to come back.

Then, a few minutes later, I suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle, followed by a clear female voice.

"Who dares to bully my people?"

But when Roberts heard that voice, he had a vague feeling that... it sounded familiar.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dozen girls riding motorcycles recklessly through the park. When they got off, one of them casually took a baseball bat from the back seat.

The girl who seemed to be the leader was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She also had thick smoky makeup on her face, long red hair, and a black and white off-shoulder top. There was also a tattoo that could be faintly seen on her neck. She was holding her Harley motorcycle, looking around arrogantly, searching for the "homeless man" that her younger sister had mentioned.

Beside her, the tomboyish girl was whispering something in her ear and pointing in Roberts' direction.

When Roberts looked at her, she finally saw Roberts too, and then a look of astonishment inexplicably appeared on her face, as if she had seen a prehistoric dinosaur.

"Qiong, it was him who bullied you..."

The girl next to her was trying to add fuel to the fire when she suddenly heard a muffled sound.

"dad……"

Looking at the boss standing in front of her, who was inexplicably standing properly and had subconsciously hidden the baseball bat in her hand behind her back, speaking in a humble manner, she couldn't help but turn her head to look.

But the "homeless man" was looking at the woman in front of him, and his face gradually became more and more ugly, even showing signs of anger.

Roberts looked at his daughter, Joan, and suddenly felt his headache returning...

(End of this chapter)