The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 703

Chapter 703: Chapter 703 Reversal
The eastern and northern factions were different. Unlike the more ruthless western and southern groups, they kept their activities relatively restrained—not out of weakness, but because their strength was undeniable.

They had built their own set of rules and commanded enough power to ensure that no other faction could interfere with them.

But now, with the northern faction in turmoil, the other two factions were circling like vultures, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos.

Luke was still weighing his options. Whoever emerged victorious from this power struggle would inevitably affect his own interests in the future. That’s why he had ordered his subordinates to keep a close watch—before making any moves, he needed to know exactly which side was worth backing.

Although he referred to the Northern Black Puma as his rival, it wasn’t out of personal animosity—it was because the man was worthy of the title. Their capabilities were evenly matched, and more importantly, Black Puma wasn’t superficial; he delivered on his words and promises, which was an invaluable trait in their world.

While there were always those who betrayed their own words, they were the minority. Despite operating in the darker side of society, honor and credibility held immense weight in their circle. A person’s word wasn’t just a casual statement—it was the foundation of trust, a measure of reliability that determined whether they were a potential ally or a future threat.

“Let’s just observe for now. Sooner or later, we’ll know who the better choice is,” Dave said, his usual mischievous and playful smile fading into a sharp, calculating expression. Without another word, he made his way to the other side of the bed, moving carefully to avoid waking Hera as he settled in.

“Alright, let’s discuss this later. Hera has work tomorrow and will attend a fashion show. We need to let her rest so she can shine even brighter,” Zhane reminded everyone.

Even though Hera never openly shared her schedule, the men around her were deeply invested in everything about her. They made it a point to stay informed, often inquiring about her plans through those closest to her. Zhane and the others had even gone straight to Daisy to get her schedule, constantly reminding her to keep an eye on Hera and ensure no one dared to bully her.

That was how they always got firsthand news whenever Hera was wronged or needed support. Initially, they tried to bribe Daisy for information, but she stood firm in her principles, unwilling to violate Hera’s privacy or be accused of prioritizing money over integrity. However, once she realized that these men were openly pursuing Hera and genuinely looking out for her best interests, she began to soften.

Rather than giving away too much, Daisy provided small bits of information—just enough to keep them in the loop without compromising Hera’s privacy.

While Hera and the others slept peacefully in her room, a brutal battle raged on the outskirts of the suburbs, far from the city’s bustling center. Two rival factions were locked in a violent gunfight, the scene far too gruesome for any ordinary person to witness.

“Sir! They’re closing in on us! You need to leave now!” a man clad in black shouted urgently. “Those two bastards fed us false information—they’ve been working with your enemies all along! Your godfather tried to warn us and ended up in the hospital for it!”

Despite the chaos around him, the man he addressed remained unnervingly calm, loading bullets into his magnum gun with practiced ease, as if he weren’t moments away from being completely surrounded.

“Hahaha! Black Puma! Just give up and die already—there’s no point in dragging this out when the outcome is inevitable,” a large, older man sneered, his bulky frame weighed down by a protruding belly.

He peeked out from behind a massive tree, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to mask his nerves with provocations. “Or better yet, maybe we’ll keep you around as a personal plaything. With a face like yours, you’d make a fine little pet. I wouldn’t mind having you tied to my bed.”

His fingers scrambled to reload his gun—only to freeze when he realized he was out of ammo. ‘Shit!’ His eyes darted toward an ally, signaling for spare bullets, but the only response he received was a panicked shake of the head. ‘Fuck!’

Meanwhile, Black Puma, upon hearing the taunt, briefly paused his actions before resuming without a word, his expression completely unfazed. It wasn’t him who reacted—rather, the man at his side snapped in outrage on his behalf.

“The fuck?! You think you even have the right to say that with your tiny dick and nonexistent stamina?” he scoffed. “Acting all macho while spouting that disgusting crap—ugh! I feel sorry for you, old man. Seriously, hearing that nonsense coming from your mouth is just embarrassing!”

The older man opened his mouth to hurl another provocation, but the moment he peeked out from behind cover, his eyes locked onto Black Puma’s.

For a fleeting second, it was as if time froze. Those dark, devil-like eyes bore into him—cold, merciless. And at the same moment, the gleaming barrel of Black Puma’s gun was already aimed straight at his forehead.

Bang!

The deafening gunshot echoed through the forest. Black Puma didn’t so much as flinch as he smoothly shifted his gaze elsewhere. Meanwhile, the bulky older man crumpled to the ground with a muffled ‘thud’, his lifeless body sprawled on the grassy terrain. A gaping hole marred the center of his forehead, his eyes still wide with horror, frozen in the moment of his demise. His gun slipped from his limp fingers, landing uselessly at his side.

For a brief moment, the battlefield fell into stunned silence. The momentum had been theirs—victory seemingly within reach. But before they could even register what had just happened, a low rumbling filled the air.

Then, chaos erupted.

Black-armored Jeeps roared onto the scene, surrounding them in a tight formation. Windows rolled down in perfect synchronization, revealing gun barrels pointed directly at them. At the same time, the heavy, unmistakable whir of helicopter blades sliced through the night sky, growing louder as spotlights blazed to life, illuminating every last man still lurking in the forest.

“Shit! We were set up!!!” The realization hit all at once, their horrified shouts overlapping in sheer panic.

The man who had just been killed wasn’t the current leader of the Northern faction, but rather his most trusted right-hand man—the one who ran the majority of the faction’s businesses.

He was the backbone of the operation, the strategist, and the man who handled all negotiations. Eliminating him had been Black Puma’s goal all along because without him, the Northern faction’s leader would be severely crippled.

While ruthless and corrupt, the current leader lacked the necessary skills to manage business affairs and relied heavily on his right-hand man to maintain control. That was precisely why he had personally sent him to deal with Black Puma, believing it was the surest way to eliminate the threat.

To ensure success, he had even conspired with the Western and Southern factions, feeding them false information to corner Black Puma and set up the perfect ambush.

But in a stunning reversal, the trap had backfired.

Instead of Black Puma walking into their snare, it was they who had walked straight into his. And now, with his right-hand man dead, the Northern faction’s leader was more vulnerable than ever.