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Suddenly, gunshots rang out.
The one who fell was not Oliver Queen, but the man with the gun!
Watching him slowly fall to the ground, Oliver Queen was a little slow to react. Then he heard gunshots again, and then everything returned to silence after a moment.
"It seems that I came at the right time!"
A voice chuckled, and then he appeared in front of everyone.
"It's you!"
Oliver Queen was surprised but relieved to see Michael.
[Green Arrow: Oliver Queen, friendship level increased by 30 percent!]
The system prompt sounded.
Michael was not surprised. Since he was going to forcefully increase his friendship, it would definitely increase. But... he didn't expect it to increase so much, 30%. The mission only required 50%, and it was 10% before. Now the total friendship is 40%, and it is only one step away from completing the mission. However, it was 5% before, and the increase was 5%, but this time it was a full 30%.
Is it because of Laurel?
If it was just about saving Oliver Queen, it probably wouldn't have meant much, not to mention that if Laurel wasn't there, maybe he wouldn't have needed to save her himself.
"Is he the Green Lantern who saved you?" Laurel asked, looking at Michael in surprise.
Oliver Queen nodded and was about to respond when Michael interjected, "Let's talk later. I need to catch that white-haired witch first!"
Only then did Oliver realize that the white-haired woman had disappeared.
Michael set off in pursuit while Oliver stayed to comfort Laurel. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed. Oliver turned sharply, only to find his trusted bodyguard approaching.
After the incident, the police were called. Laurel's father, Officer Lance, soon arrived with his team. Confirming Laurel's safety, he interrogated her and learned that Green Lantern had been her savior.
Intrigued, Lance brought up prior reports about Green Lantern. He mentioned how Michael had previously rescued Oliver Queen during his kidnapping and noted his earlier appearances in Coast City before vanishing from public view. Why had he resurfaced in Star City? And why did he keep saving Oliver Queen?
When Lance pressed Oliver for answers, Oliver claimed ignorance. Frustrated, Lance issued a stern warning to Oliver to stay away from his daughter.
Meanwhile, Michael continued his pursuit of Nawei, the White-haired Witch.
Nawei, experienced as a Triad assassin, had fled the scene the moment she sensed danger. Employing expert counter-surveillance techniques, she worked to avoid being tracked.
Half an hour later, she reached the port, where a boat awaited her escape.
She boarded swiftly, and the boat sped away from the dock. Breathing a sigh of relief once inside the cabin, Nawei reviewed the events. Unlike Oliver and Laurel, she had noticed Michael's mysterious and unique energy during the confrontation.
As a seasoned assassin, she knew about extraordinary individuals, but Michael's abilities were unlike anything she had encountered. Her instinct to flee had been correct—she now felt certain of that.
At least, she thought, 'I escaped...'
Suddenly, she sensed movement in the corner of her eye. Whipping her head around, she froze.
Standing before her, clad in a dark combat uniform and wearing a faint smile, was Michael.
Her heart sank, 'How did he catch up with me? I thought I'd lost him!'
Nawei stood abruptly, clutching her dual blades, "Who are you? Do you understand the consequences of going against the Triad? I suggest you mind your own business!"
Michael chuckled, "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Nawei scoffed coldly, "I've never been afraid."
"Good." Michael said with a smirk, "Then prove it."
Despite her confident tone, Nawei's mind raced. Hearing the boat's engines stop confirmed her suspicion—Michael had seized control of the vessel.
Her options were bleak: fight him or jump into the sea. Neither seemed promising.
After a tense moment, Nawei gritted her teeth and made her decision.
With a shout, she launched forward, blades aimed for Michael's vital points.
But just as her weapons neared his chest, they stopped—mere inches from his heart. Try as she might, Nawei couldn't move. She was frozen in place.
Nawei's pale face betrayed her panic. Struggling, she demanded, "What have you done to me?"
"Nothing much." Michael replied casually, "I just wanted to show you how outmatched you are, so you'd stop entertaining the idea of fighting me."
He raised a hand, inspecting one of her blades. Letting the edge graze his finger, he drew a shallow cut, which healed almost instantly.
Nawei's eyes widened in disbelief, 'This... is he even human?'
Desperation took hold, "What do you want? If you're going to kill me, just do it!"
Michael shook his head, "Kill you? No, not this time. In fact, you've been quite helpful." He smiled faintly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made such progress with my mission."
Nawei blinked, confused, "You're... letting me go?"
"Maybe." Michael teased, "But I didn't come all this way for nothing. If I let you walk away, I need something in return."
"What do you want?" she asked warily.
Michael leaned back, pouring himself a drink, "The night is long. Wouldn't it be dull without some entertainment? You've got a great figure. How about... a dance?"
Nawei's jaw dropped, "A dance?"
"That's right." Michael said, sipping his drink, "And not just any dance—the kind that gets cooler the longer you do it."
Realization dawned, and Nawei's face flushed with anger, "You want me to strip?"
"Your words, not mine." Michael said, amused, "But yes, something like that."
"You're despicable!" Nawei spat, "Kill me if you dare!"
Michael shrugged, "I told you, I'm not killing you. But I can assure you, I have ways to make you regret defying me."
"You call yourself a hero?" Nawei snarled.
Michael raised an eyebrow, "Who said anything about being a hero? Now, are you going to dance, or should we explore my other options?"