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The bodyguards and assassins quickly drew their guns, alertly aiming towards the windows. Others scrambled to find hiding spots and pushed toward the door, except for a woman who remained seated without moving.

Foolish, at such a distance, unless it was a sniper rifle, how could this small handgun be effective It was merely for show.

The sniper on the opposite side probably left.

In her mind, there was only one thought:

Remarkable shooting accuracy.

At such a distance and with an unstable target, he could still hit his mark in just one shot. Such precision is rare to encounter.

Fiedl was being protected by the bodyguards; screams continued to echo through the hall. More bodyguards rushed up after hearing the commotion downstairs. The woman stood up calmly, smoothed out her wrinkled clothes, and slowly left her seat.

After the entire hall fell into chaos and no more gunfire was heard, curtains were drawn, making it seem temporarily safer. Casino staff came to evacuate people. As she moved with the crowd towards the door, she bumped into one of Fiedl's bodyguards. The woman deftly turned around; instinctively, Fiedl reached out to catch her, and her light body landed in his arms.

It was breathtaking for a moment.

"Sorry," she smiled faintly, a mix of shyness and allure in her demeanor. Her slender hand rested on his shoulder as she slowly straightened up.

Fiedl flashed a gentleman's smile; despite the potential dangers around them, he felt much better seeing such stunning beauty. Who wouldn't be captivated He held onto the woman gently and smiled tenderly, "Be careful."

Squinting her eyes, she exuded a faint yet radiant charm. Field walked beside her while circling his arm around her waist, "Where are we going I'll take you there."

The woman said bashfully, "I'm here to look for work."

His bodyguard, seeing that it was a frail-looking woman, didn’t pay much attention and looked at them indifferently. Field asked curiously, "Looking for work What kind of job I might be able to help you."

The corner of the woman’s lips curled up as she drew her crimson-nail-polished finger across his face, “You are my job.”

As soon as her hand moved, a gunshot rang out.

A bullet shot by a man at close range pierced through Field's chest, leaving a gaping bloody hole.

Panic ensued momentarily. With a graceful smile, the woman slipped into the elevator, leaving behind only a slender silhouette and a head of flowing hair... elegant yet untamed.

The chaos lasted for mere seconds; the casino promptly sealed off the elevators which directly led underground without stopping midway. Upon receiving news that Field had been assassinated, the casino's hitmen swiftly relocated to guard the elevator entrance, awaiting her emergence.

The elevator continued its descent uninterrupted.

However, when the doors opened at their destination, there was no one inside.

The killers exchanged puzzled glances...

Thirty minutes later, a woman with neatly tied hair walked out of the casino in broad daylight. Smiling at London’s night sky - dim and overcast without moon or starlight - she wasn't too fond of the city's weather.

Too gloomy.

Unfortunately, though she didn't like London's weather, she loved the city itself.

She had only taken a few steps when a silver sports car pulled up in front of her.

He was wearing a light beige shirt with antique gold cufflinks set with a purple gemstone, which made him look sophisticated and aristocratic, like an English gentleman from high society.

His features were sharp and handsome; she rarely used the word "handsome" to describe men as she felt no one deserved it. His gaze was deep and misty, like London's sky, always shrouded in a mysterious aura that captivated others just like poppies.

A sense of righteousness emanated from him, an upright and noble demeanor such that if you told a judge he was a murderer, the judge wouldn't believe it. There seemed to be an inherent air of nobility and righteousness about him.

Looking at his appearance alone, no one would think this man who combined elegance, wisdom, mystery, handsomeness, and integrity could be the leader of the top terror organization.

Kaak opened the passenger door for Wu Shuang, who got in as if it was a matter of course. Kaak smiled and handed her an insulated bottle filled with sweet and sour orange water, then drove quickly away from the underground casino.

"Why did you stay inside so long" Kaak asked with a smile.

He had calculated the time to wait outside for her but ended up waiting thirty minutes longer than expected. If he hadn't been confident that such a small place couldn't contain Wu Shuang, he would have gone in to look for her.

"I was bored, so I played some games," Wu Shuang said cheerfully as she leaned back and took off her colored contact lenses to reveal eyes of the same purple hue as Kaak's cufflinks. Her eyes shimmered with dazzling charm.

Kaak smiled slightly; he was in a good mood. Wu Shuang raised the bottle of orange water, asking, "Where did you get this It suits my taste more and more."

After killing someone, drinking this sour and sweet orange juice makes one feel much better.

Kaka didn't even raise an eyebrow, saying, "This is the only place; there's no substitute."

Wushuang laughed, moving closer to him with a tsk-tsk sound. Kaka used his free hand to push her away, saying, "Miss, you might cause an accident."

"Don't worry, I trust your driving skills." Wushuang snorted, adding, "I even sat on your lap and teased you without getting any reaction from you; there's no way a little bit of this could cause an accident."

"How do you know that I didn't react"

Wushuang made an 'eh' sound, leaning closer with a lecherous look and deliberately batting her eyelashes at him, "Did you have a reaction Or should I try again"

"Sure, go ahead." Kaka, who wouldn't let himself be toyed with without retaliating, shot back a sultry glance in kind. His electrifying gaze would have made any other woman weak in the knees; yet Wushuang was uniquely resistant to it.

Wushuang's eyes sparkled as she said meaningfully, "Don't say I didn't warn you, little Kaka."

As she spoke, one hand reached for 'little Kaka'. The car began to swerve on the highway, perfectly illustrating what he meant by a reaction. Kaka quickly stopped her, his handsome face breaking into a smile: "I'm afraid of you now; are you even a woman I can't handle such good fortune, and aren’t you worried your husband would be jealous"

"Chicken."

Kaka smiled lightly. It wasn't because he was timid; if any other woman were to flirt with him like Wushuang did, it would indeed have been a blessing. However, this was Wushuang, and she was different from the rest.loor was truly beautiful; the morning light shone brilliantly and warmly. Yet, she felt no warmth. It was daybreak; why hadn't FeiMo returned Did he not want to see herThe warmth helplessly hugged her...