Upon learning that the person who had co to the hotel in the morning was the "Spirit dium" Arthur Kredos, Didian knew she had gotten herself into big trouble.
So, after only a slight hesitation, she chose to take a risk.
She wanted to sever ties with the dangerous "association."
That "client."
Of course, Didian knew that the "client" couldn't possibly be the one after "Spirit dium" Arthur Kredos.
Given the other party's status, they were simply not a match.
But the person behind that client certainly was.
And what she had to do was make sure she didn't catch the eye of that guy behind the "client."
However…
It seed a bit late for that.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, and then at the two people at the mouth of the alley holding crossbow arrows, Didian felt resigned.
At this mont, the lady had already figured it out.
The "client" was bait set out by the middle-aged man in front of her.
It was all for fishing!
Of course, they were certainly not fishing for a foolish fish like her.
But rather, they wanted to snag a shark.
Yet she had plunged headlong into the trap.
'Still too impulsive…
Have peaceful days made slow-witted?'
Didian thought to herself, yet without much regret.
Because this lady was well aware that if the middle-aged man in front of her was fishing, then he wouldn't be too kind to the bait—the "client" was the bait, no doubt.
And her?
Wasn't she just another piece of bait as well?
It was for this reason that the middle-aged man before her didn't mind the bait snuffing each other out.
Or perhaps…
Due to her unusual behavior, the middle-aged man believed he had indeed caught a shark.
'Damn it!'
The lady cursed in her heart, but what she said aloud was straightforward.
"Are you talking about the Child of Misfortune, the Grim Reaper's Favor, the present-day 'Black Cat,' the Champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, the lord of Caesar Manor, the 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos?"
"Of course!
I do not believe there exists a second 'Spirit dium' nad Arthur Kredos in South Los."
The middle-aged man laughed and nodded his head.
"I know so things about this gentleman…"
Didian dragged out her speech, her gaze drifting toward the two n with crossbows at the alleyway's entrance.
The implication could not have been more clear.
Secrets should not be known by too many people.
However, the middle-aged man simply shook his head.
"Their loyalty is beyond question.
Lady, please say what you know.
If I am satisfied, I will let you leave as I just ntioned."
The middle-aged man emphasized once more.
And that made Didian sneer inwardly.
You think you will be satisfied?
How could you possibly be!
"Well, I know one thing…"
Bang!
As her speech was drawn out once more, Didian suddenly moved to the side, her firearm, which was slung diagonally across her front, now adjusted along with her right arm pressing down, her finger pulling the trigger as the gun fired.
The middle-aged man was brought down by one shot.
The two n wielding crossbows also released their triggers simultaneously.
Facing the incoming arrows, Didian could only try to dodge while her other hand hurled the dagger she held.
Didian anticipated that the dagger she threw would hit its target accurately.
But the lady took no delight in that at all.
Because—
The two crossbow arrows would hit her as well.
One of them would even strike a vital spot.
There was no escaping!
If she couldn't dodge, then she wouldn't!
The lady drew her dual guns from her chest and directly aid at the other crossbowman.
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She was dood.
But before she died, she had to take these people with her.
Bang, bang!
The gunpowder shimred with light.
Bullets whistled through the air.
Didian's lips curled up as she prepared to face death with a bit of grace.
At this mont, the lady once again thought back to that dimly lit tavern, where a slightly tipsy her had encountered that man once again.
That embarrassed man, whose stomach was growling from hunger, insisted on offering her a drink to repay a favor, all the while begging her not to hurt his fragile pride.
So, she had accepted.
'That guy said he'd treat to a drink again once he got his manuscript fees.'
As expected, that will never happen in this lifeti.
With the quality of that guy's writing, how could he possibly earn any manuscript fees?'
With a touch of derision, Didian closed her eyes.
Then—
Crack, crack!
Two crisp sounds echoed through the alley, followed by the distinctive fragrance of barley beer beginning to spread.
Didian's eyes snapped open, and she saw two broken bottles and the two crossbow arrows they had smashed to the ground.
And…
A man gasping for air as he ran toward her.
"Didian, are you alright?"
Garcia, drenched in sweat, looked at the lady in front of him with concern.
Just monts ago, Garcia, who had received his first real manuscript fee earned by his own efforts, did not hesitate to buy two bottles of barley beer and headed straight to the Lotus Leaf Hotel.
He wanted to fulfill a promise to a lady.
Then, he found the doors of the Lotus Leaf Hotel tightly closed.
Imdiately, Garcia knew sothing was wrong.
The following explosion guided Garcia to the right direction.
Straightaway, the Cloak Society's novice, who also held the roles of a writer and an intelligence trafficker, made his way here without delay.
Then he saw Didian facing the incoming arrows, pulling the trigger and igniting the firearm's bullets.
From Garcia's perspective, Didian was certain to be hit by the arrows.
So, he threw the bottles in his hands.
Garcia didn't know if it would be effective.
But it was all he could do.
Then, the two bottles…
Missed!
They flew towards the wall on one side!
Garcia's eyes widened in despair.
But the next mont, under Garcia's gaze, the two mistakenly thrown bottles miraculously changed direction and smashed directly into the two arrows.
The arrows hit the ground.
Didian was unhard.
Garcia let out a sigh of relief and rushed over.
Seeing the sweaty and sowhat clumsy Garcia, a smile unconsciously appeared in Didian's eyes, but she imdiately grabbed Garcia and pulled him behind her.
With a rub of her foot on the ground, the arrow that had been knocked down leaped into her hand.
The sharp tip of the arrow pointed directly at the middle-aged man who had been shot and was slowly getting up from the ground.
Garcia, shielded by Didian, also tried to pick up another arrow, but after bending over for a long ti, the alcohol-soaked arrow proved to be slipperier than anticipated. After several failed attempts, the Cloak Society's novice could only pick up half a bottle that still had the neck intact, using the sharp edge to face the middle-aged man.
Watching the pair, the middle-aged man burst into laughter.
"Haha, arrows? Broken bottles?
You have no idea who you're facing.
Lady Didian, you truly disappoint . I genuinely intended to ask you a few questions and then let you go.
Who would have thought that you would foolishly choose to protect 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man paused deliberately, his eyes filled with mocking contempt, and his voice turned razor-sharp––
"You're protecting that so-called Spirit dium, Arthur Kredos of South Los, but now you and your friend are going to die—where is he?
You and your friend are destined to die in vain!
And that 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos won't even notice such insignificant creatures as yourselves!"
The malicious words reverberated through the alley.
But then, the next mont—
"Oh, is that so?"
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