Ch. 463: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 463

Chapter 463

The figure blocking their path was none other than Baimo—the very man everyone believed to be poisoned and unconscious.

Instinctively, Jace shielded Norah behind him. "I'm taking her out of here."

Baimo didn’t respond. Instead, he signaled to the clown, who swiftly led a group of men to surround them.

Without further struggle, they were taken to a secure location.

But just as they arrived, a panicked voice interrupted. "Young Master, bad news—the route has been cut off!"

A smirk tugged at the corners of Baimo’s lips. Calvin’s rebellion was inevitable, but Jace breaking Norah out of the lab had only sped things up.

“The affairs of the Yi tribe have nothing to do with us. You wouldn’t want to keep Journi trapped in this mess, would you?” Jace’s grip on Norah’s hand tightened, his brows furrowed in frustration.

His expression was grim, his entire demeanor darkened with an air of foreboding.

Baimo remained silent for a moment before issuing a command. "Everyone, defend—"

"Young Master, most of our clansmen have already sided with Calvin. We don’t have many loyal people left," one of his subordinates reported, his head lowered.

Baimo’s face darkened, a wave of fury radiating from him. His eyes burned with intensity, and a suffocating aura surrounded him as if he had just emerged from the depths of hell.

Gritting his teeth, he snapped, "Take Norah and get her to Kevin! Now!"

"Understood."

The clown, Baimo’s most trusted confidant, knew exactly what that meant.

Baimo was staying behind to fight. He was the son of Pharaoh and a member of the Yi tribe. Now that the clan was in chaos, he had responsibilities he couldn’t abandon.

From the moment Jace had called Norah "Julie" so naturally, Baimo understood everything.

When Norah was a child, she had been in a slave camp, trapped in the laboratory. Jace had been Pharaoh’s greatest experiment, an existence that somehow linked them together.

So those old test reports weren’t so baseless after all.

Maybe this was their last meeting.

Baimo hesitated before reaching for Norah’s face, but at the last second, he pulled his hand back, uncertain.

Norah’s breathing grew heavy, and she instinctively took a step back.

She had considered countless possibilities about her connection to the Yi tribe, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect to be Pharaoh’s daughter.

She used to envy her classmates who had siblings. She used to feel lonely, wishing for an older brother. And now that she had one, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel happy.

"None of you are getting out of here!"

Calvin’s voice echoed closer, and soon, he appeared with his men, surrounding them.

His expression was cold, his face as dark as a storm. Norah and Jace stiffened at the sight of him. The torment Calvin had put them through was still fresh in their minds.

Baimo stepped forward. "Calvin, do you really think you can become the king of the Yi tribe?"

For both the tribe and the sister behind him, Baimo wasn’t backing down.

Calvin laughed mockingly. "Baimo, look around you. These people have chosen to follow me. Pharaoh’s era is over. And Pharaoh himself? He’s in my hands. If you don’t want him dead, surrender."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud explosion erupted overhead, sending a shockwave of heat through the area. Bodies were thrown into the air.

Both Jace and Baimo instinctively moved to protect Norah, but Baimo was faster. He shielded her beneath him, ensuring she wasn’t harmed.

Dazed, Baimo quickly got to his feet, but a wave of dizziness hit him. His body felt weightless, as if he were walking on air.

Norah’s eyes widened in shock when she saw the blood trickling down his face. She opened her mouth to speak, but it felt as though an invisible force was choking her.

Before she could utter a word, Baimo pushed her away with all his strength. "Go find Kevin! And don’t come back!"

Norah stumbled, barely catching herself before a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Gunfire erupted.

Jace pulled her forward without hesitation, dragging her through the chaos.

Meanwhile, Baimo was locked in a battle with Calvin’s men. The clown, fighting for his life, did everything he could to hold them off.

Despite the dirt covering Calvin’s face, the sinister grin stretching across his lips was unmistakable. He was in control. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.

"Baimo, I really underestimated you. I thought you were poisoned, but you played me well." Calvin smirked. "I was planning to make my move at the banquet, but thanks to Norah’s escape tonight, my plans just moved up."

But at least now, he had seen Baimo’s true capabilities.

Baimo scoffed.

As Calvin stepped forward, Baimo struck fast. Calvin’s men reacted instantly, but he held up a hand, signaling them to stand down.

The fight between Calvin and Baimo began.

Calvin smirked. "You’ve been hiding your skills well, haven’t you? If it weren’t for Jace, I wouldn’t have known you were this capable."

Baimo’s combat skills were strong, but he was up against Calvin—who not only had Pharaoh as a hostage but also had weapons and an army at his disposal.

The clown had already been subdued by Calvin’s men. At this point, Calvin was only fighting Baimo for sport.

Just as Baimo struck with a sharp hand chop, Calvin pulled out his pistol and aimed it directly at Baimo’s head.

Baimo didn’t flinch. He knew Calvin wouldn’t kill him.

But—

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out.

One bullet buried itself in Baimo’s shoulder. The other struck his foot.

The clown screamed in rage, ready to charge forward like a wild beast.

"Bang!"

Another shot. Calvin didn’t give him the chance.

Baimo clenched his jaw, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Calvin! If you have a problem with me, come at me directly! Don’t hurt innocent people!"