Portolia let out a scorching breath. Her hand, holding the blade, gave a quick flick to shake off the clinging blood before she sheathed her Tachi and, without looking back, walked towards another car.
She actually didn't have any concrete evidence that the people arranged to meet her were off, but she felt their gazes on her were too presumptuous.Only those who no longer feared her would have such an attitude.And so, they died.Better to kill mistakenly than to let someone go unpunished.Portolia never let fate choose for her. She always chose her own destiny.Even if it was the wrong path.
「...」
She pulled open the door of the pickup truck.
What met Portolia's eyes was a body bag and a bundle of nylon rope.
She pressed her lips together tightly.
Very good.
It seemed their so-called plan to send her out to sea was actually to send her to a permanent slumber at the bottom of the ocean.
How disappointing.
