The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 159 Hidden Boss King

Zeta Prime whipped his head around and barked, "Damn it! Trying to sneak up on me, huh?!"

Tristan calmly crushed out his cigarette and flicked the butt into the net, striding in right after.

A group followed close behind him. Once inside, armed guards with heavy machine guns quickly formed a circle, surrounding Tristan, Cameron, and Eagle.

Gunfire erupted in all directions. It was messy—people dropped left and right, both enemies and allies.

Tristan drew two Colt M2000 pistols from his pockets. Without hesitating, he fired twice toward the shadows. Two snipers went down instantly.

Inside the bar, smoke curled through the air while colorful laser lights kept flickering.

A short man stepped forward with his hands raised. "Whoa, what wind brought you here, King?"

Tristan shot him a cold glance. "Maddox Rowland, your hideout wasn’t easy to track down. Took me a month."

Maddox reached out for a handshake, but Tristan didn’t move. Awkward, he dropped his hand and fussed with the few strands of hair on his head.

Grinning, he joked, "Whatever I did to tick you off, King, just say the word—I’ll fix it."

Tristan sat down neatly on the sofa, crossing his legs with practiced elegance. "Who did SOS team up with to make those bomb chips?"

Maddox froze for a second, then forced a smile. "Come on now, you’re joking, right? Stuff like that’s way beyond our tech level."

Tristan flicked something with his fingers—a small chip hit Maddox in the face then dropped to the floor. "Do we look stupid to you?"

Maddox picked it up, squinting. No markings visible to the eye. He played dumb. "See? Nothing on it."

Tristan’s eyes turned sharp. "Last time. Who’s your partner?"

His hand gripped the hilt of a sheathed weapon, thumb brushing a scanner. A bright orange beam shot out with a low hum.

As the smoke began to clear, the glow became even more glaring.

Off to the side, Zeta Prime chuckled darkly, "That baby’s called a thermal beam saber. Burns through anything in its path. Lava’s got nothing on it."

Maddox’s legs started shaking. He cleared his throat nervously. "Okay, fine... this guy in a mask. He dropped a billion into the project. I swear I didn’t know the researcher slapped the ’Soth’ label on the chip." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Eagle shook his head with a smirk. "Masked face, great clue. Real helpful."

Maddox fidgeted, swallowing hard. "Wait! Let me think... Ah right, he’s got a red mole on the inside of his wrist. You wouldn’t normally see it, but once during a test run, a body blew up and blood splashed on his watch. The guy just tossed the million-dollar watch and shot it. Like that kind of money meant nothing to him. If I’d known, I’d have asked for more."

Tristan sneered, "Only if you live long enough to spend it."

Maddox dropped to his knees with a thud and inched forward, then froze when the beam hovered near his face.

"King, I swear it’s all true. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Tristan stood abruptly. "Move all your people to the surface."

Maddox blinked, confused. "What’s going on?"

Cameron gave a sarcastic grin. "Your base’s about to blow. Better up top than six feet under."Maddox Rowland slumped to the floor, staring blankly for a few seconds before scrambling to his feet to order his men to start the evacuation.

Just as he reached the door, a bullet whizzed past, grazing Tristan’s hair.

His eyes narrowed, sharp as blades. Without hesitation, he gripped his laser sword and sprinted to the right. Launching off the wall with practiced ease, he landed squarely in front of a fleeing man.

The man froze, horrified, staring up at the tall figure before him—then down at his chest, where the blade had pierced clean through.

Agonizing pain spread like wildfire as the laser blade was yanked out. A scorched, gaping hole remained, no blood, just the sickening smell of burnt flesh. The man collapsed, lifeless, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Tristan retracted the blade and held its hilt with ease, turning his head slightly to flash Maddox a faint smile. "I’ve never claimed to have clean hands. Just remember—if you team up with that masked freak again, this is exactly what you’re signing up for."

With that, Tristan and his crew exited the bar. The remaining men dragged out the wounded and the fallen, crossing beyond the perimeter.

Eagle dashed out last, quickly stepping to Tristan’s side. "Boss, all cleared."

Tristan tapped out a cigarette from a crumpled pack, lit it, the flame sharp and vivid in the dark. After a quiet moment, he pressed the butt into the ground and climbed into the car. "Drive."

As the car sped off, a deafening blast roared behind them. Shards of debris shot into the air, buildings groaning under the shockwave. Steel beams crashed down like they were breathing their final breath.

The red taillights sliced through the night like a demon’s glare, fading into the distance.

Back at HQ, Tristan tossed off his coat and dropped onto the couch, calling out, "Get over here."

Cameron frowned. "When did you get shot?"

"Right at the entrance. He fired twice—one got my arm, the other nearly took off my hair."

Hearing that, Cameron’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

He hurried off to grab the med kit and started patching him up.

"Move fast. I have to get back."

Cameron didn’t dare talk back. He knew full well why Tristan was so eager to leave again—it was all for that woman... no, his one and only.

At Dreamscape Manor, Chloe was still on edge from the kidnapping, and sleep was hard to come by. Megan gently patted her back, trying to soothe her.

Watching her sister’s tired little face made Megan ache inside.

Just then, Chloe’s phone lit up with a call from Kevin.

Megan picked it up. "She’s at Dreamscape Manor. When she was kidnapped today, where the hell were you?"

"Don’t even get me started... I told her not to fight with you, and she flipped out at me instead."

Megan sighed. "Seriously, Kevin, you just let it end there? Girls need someone willing to put in the effort. If you really care about Chloe, act like it."

Kevin caught the hint behind her words. "So... you’re cool with me dating her?"

Megan rolled her eyes. "Not up to me. It’s her call. Now tell me—what’s Tristan doing overseas?"

"No clue. He’s always being all mysterious. But don’t worry—he’s definitely not off somewhere with some secret girlfriend or whatever."

Annoyed, Megan hung up.

She tried calling Tristan, but his phone was off. Restless and uneasy, her mind couldn’t settle.

The night dragged on. Only when the first light of dawn peeked through did she finally doze off.

Half-asleep, she thought she heard the low hum of a car engine.

And then, it felt like someone’s cool lips pressed gently against hers.

Was she dreaming?

Her eyes snapped open.