"Oh, it's you!" Anran exclaid cheerfully. "Wang Xiao called. He's bringing guests!"
"..."
Luna, adorned in a sleek black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, couldn't conceal her grimace.
How on earth did this relate to Anran's frantic brooming?
She couldn't resist shaking her head, finding Anran a bit too much 'dramatic' for her taste.
'... What is she up to?'
Yet, beneath her annoyance, a spark of curiosity flickered, compelling her to observe as Anran ticulously cleared a path, discarding bodies with an almost theatrical flourish before wiping her forehead as if she had been toiling under the scorching sun, all the while sporting a smug smile of satisfaction.
"Finished already?" Luna demanded, her incredulity evident as she surveyed the chaotic scene, save for the ticulously cleared route.
Anran nodded, her expression almost too innocent as she replied, "Yup!"
"That's the path Wang Xiao would take. By the way, do you happen to have a red carpet?" She inquired, her hand cradling her swollen stomach, her smile radiating with an almost infuriating brightness that tempted Luna to rid her of those shining teeth once and for all.
"..."
In that mont, Luna realized why Anran was constantly disciplined by Wang Xiao—she deserved it all!
Despite the faint trace of blood on Anran's lips, Luna couldn't help but notice the absence of any serious injury.
However, as her gaze shifted towards the main entrance, her face darkened at the sight of the lifeless bodies strewn across the threshold belonging to—
________
11pm, 21st October!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Wang Xiao and Aurora descended from the skies, their arrival marked by the chaotic scene before them at Drottningholm Palace.
Surrounding the once-stately building were a swarm of ambulances and ergency vehicles, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow against the destruction.
"What in the world happened here?" Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed in confusion as he surveyed the scene.
Aurora pinched her nose at the lingering scent of blood in the air. "Looks like there's been an attack," she remarked.
As they took in the grim sight, Luna erged from the chaos, her tailored suit remarkably clean despite the surrounding chaos, a tablet clutched in her hand.
With brisk efficiency, she briefed them on the situation, though her curiosity about the unfamiliar woman simred beneath the surface, she chose to focus on the matter at hand for the ti being.
"This is the woman responsible for the attack—Clara," Luna declared, displaying a picture of Clara on the tablet screen.
"She's the right-hand woman of Zero's leader, Gabriel. It's puzzling why he would order an attack on a mber of his own organization," Luna added with a subtle smile, noting the irony of the situation—Anran, a mber of Pantheon network, a faction within Zero, targeted by one of their own.
Gabriel's motive for the attack remained a puzzle to Luna.
Initially, she had assud it was aid at her, but as fight progressed, it beca clear that the target was likely Wang Xiao or Anran.
If it had been intended for her, Luna reasoned, Gabriel wouldn't have sent Clara alone to deliver the blow.
[This place is crawling with the stench of hell spirits], Yin Yue, who had been silent until now, added in.
'Which side?' Wang Xiao's expression darkened slightly as he inquired.
[Over there, on the left], Yin Yue suggested.
anwhile, Luna interjected, "I've also pinpointed her location—"
Her words were cut short as Wang Xiao abruptly departed in the direction Yin Yue indicated.
"Where did he go?" Luna frowned, turning to Aurora for an explanation.
Aurora simply shrugged before pointing towards the ambulance where Wang Xiao was now headed.
"..."
______
As Wang Xiao moved forward to investigate the bodies indicated by Yin Yue, he suddenly halted in his tracks, a sense of foreboding gripping him.
"Marcus?" he exclaid in disbelief, his brows shooting up as he recognized Marcus's lifeless form, his chest pierced by a gaping hole, being loaded onto a stretcher.
It wasn't just the Colonel, but the entire Cobra team from the special operations group, all laid out in death's embrace.
Though he couldn't recall all their nas, Wang Xiao found it eerie how swiftly life could be extinguished, turning the living into re mories in the blink of an eye.
Shaking off the unsettling realization for the mont, he continued to examine the bodies Yin Yue had pointed out.
Each one bore the unmistakable signature of Luna's handiwork, a fact that both surprised and impressed him, as her prowess among deviants beca glaringly evident.
The thought briefly crossed his mind that Luna might indeed be the elusive leader of the Ghosts, a notion that started to piece together the puzzle of recent events.
Yet, Wang Xiao hesitated to confirm his suspicions, recognizing that so truths were better left unspoken, especially when that mad won herself showed little inclination to unveil her identity.
To be brutally honest, Wang Xiao entertained the fleeting thought of knocking so sense into Luna's head, but he quickly dismissed it as a futile endeavor that would likely only increase her madness.
[This was the doing of Hell's slave organization, probably. It seems they're retaliating because you refused their proposal to join], Yin Yue's words clear, as she shared her mind.
"!"
Wang Xiao's expression darkened.
So, just because he had declined their offer, they decided to wage war against him?
The absurdity of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Now what?
Wait for another attack?
Ponder when the next strike would co?
It seed as though the shadows of uncertainty would continue to loom over him indefinitely.
Just when he had begun to entertain the notion that he could finally catch a break after revealing himself in Romania, the reality was proving to be far less forgiving. People still saw him as indecisive, waiting for him to make the next move.
With a resigned sigh, Wang Xiao set out to ascertain the status of the living and the dead, his mind clouded with a sense of impending doom that seed to shroud the entire country M in its bleak embrace.
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