Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 104 A Maniac Uriah was resolute, fueled by a fierce desire to kill the woman so thoroughly.

"Boss, there's no trace on the ground, she didn't cthis way!" one of the searchers reported back after a thorough inspection of the area.

This made sense to the searcher. A woman, fleeing in sheer panic, would undoubtedly leave numerous signs of her passage. Yet, the absence of such traces here meant she couldn't possibly be in this vicinity.

Their cultural biases led them to underestimate the capabilities of Chanaean women, assuming the rope's failure was due to a simple lack of thoroughness.

Uriah, however, was not convinced. His teeth clenched in frustration, he shouted toward a cluster of trees, "Young lady, do you even realize? Your lover has abandoned you; he hasn't cat all! So, even if you manage to escape, it's futile, there's no one to rescue you; you can't possibly escape this mountain alone!" As he yelled, he scanned his surroundings meticulously. How could a woman, forsaken by her lover, maintain her composure under such circumstances? "What a pitiful state to be in, I had thought you might be of suse. But it turns out you are utterly insignificant in Kallum's eyes! Given that, there's no point in you continuing to live! If you cout now, I'll allow you a dignified death. Otherwise, I'll sell you to the most backward country to beca prostitute! You'll be abused by vile men who stink of rats! You'll never be able to reclaim your life!" He continued to taunt her, believing that the combined weight of betrayal and the threat of death would break her spirit and force her to act impulsively.

However, Calista was no ordinary woman and was not so easily provoked.

Despite Uriah's cruel words, the idea that she had planned her escape within two hours to save Kallum from danger now seemed absurd. He hadn't cto rescue her at all; he had left her to her fate.

Still, she understood that when national issues, family duties, and personal responsibilities were at stake, romantic feelings were of little consequence. Besides, her relationship with Kallum had not even developed into something profound yet.

Even though a coldness touched her heart, her expression did not waver. She melded with the branches and leaves, becoming nearly indistinguishable from her surroundings.

Uriah waited but saw no sign of disturbance, ultimately giving up, convinced that his target was not there. Since Kallum was unlikely to come, he couldn't afford to waste more twaiting for Kallum's forces to potentially arrive and eliminate him. Therefore, he resolved to capture Calista before he departed.

"Go, bring over a few dogs!" he commanded.

Calista's thigh was wounded, and although she could hide the scent of blood from humans, wild beasts were another story altogether.

A shiver of fear ran through her as she glanced down at the makeshift bandage on her thigh, sensing the imminent danger.

At that moment, Uriah exclaimed, "He just left like that, I simply can't accept it! If I can't have this land, then let it be destroyed! Initiate Plan B! They've gathered all the refugees together, haven't they? Blow them all up!" Calista lifted her head slightly, her eyes wide. In comparison to Uriah, even the most ruthless assassins who killed without a second thought seemed like saints.

The refugee camp housed a hundred thousand people. In a fit of rage, Uriah had condemned these hundred thousand souls to a merciless fate, his cold-bloodedness knowing no bounds.

Yet, his subordinates displayed remarkable loyalty, even voicing concerns for Uriah's safety during such times. "Whether to activate or deactivate Plan B, it requires your fingerprint and password, Boss. It would be best if you don't risk your life and exit Lostaria safely. How could the lives of those lowly beings compare to your safety, Boss?" "It's all right," Uriah replied, a cruel gleam in his eyes. "I've already modified the system. It now requires just a password to start or stop. You all are my most loyal subordinates! So, who among you is willing to sacrifice their life for revenge? I will send a plane for you and ensure your family is well cared for!" At that moment, a young boy, merely fourteen or fifteen years old, stepped forward, his eyes alight with unyielding fervor and admiration as he looked up at Uriah.

"For the sake of your plans, Mr. Jurickson, I am prepared to undertake the mission!" he declared with determination.

"Excellent!" Uriah commended the boy, clapping him on the shoulder as 50% The refugee a gesture of approval, "The refugee camp is close by. Soon, you'll blend in disguised as a refugee. Your destination is the large dead tree at the camp's center, where you'll légate the explosives setup. The password is..."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper to share the secret code with the boy. The prospect of orchestrating such devastating event, knowing he could observe the explosion from his escape plane due to the proximity, brought a sinister thrill to Uriah. He rationalized that if these individuals refused to submit to his rule, they deserved their grim fate.

From a distance, Calista observed the exchange intently. Her exceptional eyesight and acute m hearing served her well, although she couldn't hear their whispered conversation, she could read his lips. As Uriah mouthed the password, Calista's lips silently mirrored his, confirming the digits in her mind. Four-Three-Seven-Nine. It's a four-digit password.

She desperately wished to relay this information, but a quick survey of her surroundings reminded her that she lacked any means of communication. This realization left her feeling a wave of frustration. Once he received the password, the young boy boarded a plane and swiftly departed.

Suddenly, the barking of dogs pierced the air, causing Calista's muscles to tense. She then heard Uriah's laugh as he stooped to greet the approaching animals. "My dear children..." These were Uriah's pet wolfdogs, notorious for their ferocity as they were raised on human flesh. Yet under Uriah's command, their savage nature was subdued. They whimpered softly and affectionately nuzzled his hand.