Chapter 379
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Christina advanced at a leisurely pace, head held high, taking in her surroundings with an almost tourist-like curiosity, as though she hadn’t noticed Dylan at all.
Her calm exterior put Robin slightly at ease.
The two entered a separate elevator and descended toward the ground level. As soon as the doors opened, a loud commotion erupted ahead. Two men were locked in a fierce confrontation, voices raised in anger.
Christina’s gaze sharpened. She recognized the pair immediately. As anticipated, those two assassins in disguise were part of the hit squad targeting Dylan.
She lengthened her stride subtly, and Robin, without questioning, adjusted his pace to match hers.
Suddenly, the slim assassin was shoved forcefully and staggered in Dylan’s direction.
Dylan’s security detail instantly shifted, closing in tighter around their principal. The slim assassin hit the floor, scrambled upright, and with sudden rage lunged at the stocky assassin who had shoved him.
“I’m going to end you!” he bellowed, charging forward.
“Like hell you are!” the stocky assassin growled, driving a crushing kick into the slim assassin’s ribs that sent him flying once again.
The slim assassin’s body arced straight toward Dylan. But instead of collapsing, he slammed a palm against the floor and flipped himself upright with surprising speed. In a blink, he landed a blow on the nearest guard and wrested the firearm from the latter’s grip.
As the pistol swung up and locked onto Dylan, the slim assassin’s finger tightened on the trigger.
But Christina had already made her move. She snatched a playing card from the nearby poker table and, with a flick that seemed to bend reality, launched it through the air. It whistled with terrifying accuracy, hurtling toward the slim assassin like a blade.
Everyone stood frozen in disbelief, including Robin, who hadn’t yet realized his friend had intended to disarm a gunman with a single card.
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Just as the slim assassin was about to pull the trigger, a playing card zipped through the air like a thrown blade, nicking his fingers. He gasped, his grasp faltering by reflex. The pistol clattered to the floor.
At that instant, the onlookers collectively drew in breath, stunned.
“Did you see that? He just weaponized a card!”
“Isn’t that the same guy who beat Mr. Miller earlier? That’s insane—he can make a paper card deadly!”
“Insane accuracy and strength… What a badass!”
While the audience buzzed with chatter, Dylan turned toward the disguised Christina, something flickering in his eyes. He had this weird sense of familiarity as he studied this ‘young man’ more closely.
Meanwhile, seeing the slim assassin stagger from the playing card’s cut, one of Dylan’s bodyguards lunged forward, forcing the slim assassin down with a harsh blow.
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