Free Web NovelChapter 1088: Chapter 764: Hanging the Sheep’s Head [06] The Brothers’ Encounter with the Unexpected
"Copy that."
The words had barely landed.
Half a minute later, dust billowed up. Accompanied by pounding hooves, two teenage boys were galloping on horseback, wild and unrestrained. Behind them, over twenty sturdy horses thundered across the desolate land.
There was a kind of hard-to-describe, freewheeling wildness in the air.
April Thomason couldn’t help letting out a whistle.
Seeing that she was about to spring up and wave at Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, Fátima clenched her teeth and shoved April’s head down into the dirt.
"Stay put," Fátima warned.
"...Ugh."
April spat out a mouthful of grit.
Nora Scott kept her focus on Maze Village through the binoculars, watching what was happening over there.
The three of them had specially picked a good spot: the crest of a slope, with a wide, open view, and a big rock beside them, enough to hide their bodies. As long as they picked their angles right, they could blatantly "monitor" everything.
Just as they were about to get close to Maze Village, Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott seemed to lose control of the herd.
Oliver swung his whip, shouting, "Run!"
The horses scattered, as if spooked, bolting everywhere like headless flies, no sense of direction at all.
—But the general direction they charged in was straight toward the support team.
Seeing this, the support group, who had been strolling along chatting, went pale with fright on the spot, rooted where they stood.
Gradually, after Oliver shouted several times in a row, they finally reacted, screaming their heads off as they bolted, completely tossing away any pretense of scholarly dignity, tumbling and scrambling with zero image to speak of.
Oliver cracked his whip, and when he saw this bunch panicking and scattering in every direction, he glanced at Marcus. The two of them locked eyes.
Then—
The two of them rode their "out-of-control" horses to flank the support team from both sides. Once they had the group penned in a stable area and the herd was in total chaos, the two suddenly leaped off their galloping mounts and sprinted toward the support team...
Behind the rock.
"Not bad performance," April lifted the binoculars again, then lowered them and asked Nora, "Didn’t you say Oliver doesn’t know any martial arts? Looks to me like he’s got a few moves."
She’d heard about Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw for a while now.
But this was April’s first time seeing them in action.
In her impression, Marcus was a cold, streetwise punk, and Oliver was a model, well-behaved straight-A student.
But this whole chain of moves from Oliver—horsemanship, acting, dismounting, probing—every action was seamless, no nerves, no flaws, performance dead-on.
He wasn’t a bit inferior to Marcus.
"When Marcus was learning martial arts, he’d pick up a bit here and there," Nora explained.
Nora had arranged for Marcus to learn some skills from Butler Loxley.
The idea was for Marcus to be able to defend himself in the future.
But once Oliver saw it, he got tempted and secretly copied a little from time to time. Nora hadn’t stopped him—after all, it was "good for your health," nothing wrong with that.
"Marcus’s style..." Fátima lightly tapped the binoculars with her fingers, still observing the chaos on Maze Village’s side, but speaking thoughtfully, "is a little weird. Who did he learn from?"
"Butler Loxley."
Fátima paused, took a second to glance at Nora, and asked, "Your husband’s butler?"
"Yeah."
"Doesn’t look like it," Fátima said, then reminded her, "Take a closer look."
"..."
Nora raised the binoculars again.
She saw Marcus and Oliver weaving through the horses and the crowd, moving very fast, occasionally testing certain members of the support group...
No.
Their movements were too fast.
Nora froze for a second, then realized, "I heard the two of them ran into some weirdo these past few days and picked up a bit of fast-track martial arts."
She had just finished when April slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "The legendary Wave Riding Steps?"
Fátima: "..."
Nora: "..."
Ten seconds later, after eating another mouthful of dirt, April simply broke off a blade of grass, stuck it between her teeth, and used it to keep herself quiet.
Fátima kept watching through the binoculars. "The two of them must’ve had some kind of lucky break on this trip."
"Yeah." Nora’s tone was casual. "Seems like it has something to do with Easton again. I’ll ask when we get the time."
She really had been tracking this "coming-of-age ceremony" of Oliver and Marcus all along.
But she’d only focused on their safety.
She’d been too busy for a while, and everything else she only skimmed over without digging into details. All she knew was that Oliver and Marcus had been having quite an exciting time lately, running into all sorts of things.
"Mm."
Fátima lazily responded.
After a short while, she got to her feet and slapped the dust off her clothes.
April looked up at her. "What now?"
"Everything that could be exposed has been exposed. Tell the two of them to come back."
Fátima answered lazily, then raised the walkie-talkie and murmured a quiet "Close the net" before turning around and leaving.
Watching her back, April raised her voice and asked, "Where you going now?"
"Gonna check the footage."
Without turning around, Fátima just lifted a hand and waved, disappearing over the top of the slope.
Completely puzzled, April turned to Nora. "What footage?"
"The drone."
Nora lifted a hand and pointed up at the sky overhead.
Pedro Langley had gotten up at the crack of dawn, but he still hadn’t shown his face.
But there’s no way Pedro would miss a show this good.
Anywhere there’s a drone, those are Pedro’s eyes.
Chances are Fátima had already coordinated with Pedro: Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott would be the ones to act, the three of them here would just sit back and enjoy the show, while Pedro stayed hidden, using the drone to film everything and record the support team’s reactions one by one.
—So they wouldn’t miss anything important while they were busy observing.
