Hearing the White Ghost call her name, Alice suddenly trembled.
At that moment, the White Ghost sneered and said, "I remember that about half a year ago, the Night Rose turned the oldest son of the Russell family into a eunuch, right? What do you think would happen if the Russell family discovered that Alice was the Night Rose?"
"Shut up!"
Alice's voice was cold as she scolded him, her face—hidden behind the mask—completely frozen with murderous intent.
She only had one choice now: to kill the White Ghost, then return to deal with the Black Ghost, all to keep her identity from being exposed.
But…
It was incredibly difficult.
She was as powerful as the Black and White Ghosts. Taking out either one of them was already a significant challenge, let alone both of them at the same time.
And the most important part?
If she spent too much time dealing with the White Ghost here, the Black Ghost might succeed at home. Or worse, he might have already succeeded.
As a killer from the Shadow Pavilion, Alice knew the Black Ghost's methods. He preferred killing his targets swiftly, precisely, and without mercy.
By now, it had been about five or six minutes since Alice left the villa, which was more than enough time for the Black Ghost to accomplish his mission.
So even if Alice hurried back to Greenland Villa, it was very likely that she would find bloodshed awaiting her.
In this case, the wisest choice for any cold-blooded killer would be to eliminate the White Ghost first, then return to deal with the Black Ghost, all to protect her identity.
But Alice couldn't do that.
As long as there was even a glimmer of hope, she would return to Greenland Villa without hesitation to save her family, even if it meant exposing her identity.
She paused for only a moment, then dashed back toward home without a second thought.
Her only regret now was that she hadn't woken John when she chased him out earlier.
John wasn't as weak as he seemed. Perhaps, if he had been awake, the Black Ghost wouldn't have been able to succeed so easily.
Please, let him be safe.
Alice silently prayed.
But at that moment, the White Ghost suddenly grinned, and in the blink of an eye, he moved and cut off her path.
"Ho ho. You still want to go back and save your family at a time like this? It seems the title of 'Cold-Faced Killer' is just a hollow name."
Alice's face turned as cold as frost, her voice sharp as she retorted, "I don't have time to waste on you. Go away!"
"You don't have time, but I do!" The White Ghost chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Miss Moon, when you joined our organization, you should have prepared for this. Emotion is a killer's fatal weakness. Haven't you learned that yet?"
Although he and the Black Ghost were brothers, if he ever found himself in a similar situation, he would abandon the Black Ghost without hesitation. In fact, he would personally kill the Black Ghost if it meant saving himself.
Cold-bloodedness was a killer's most essential trait.
Alice could remain cold-faced, but she was not truly cold-blooded. That, to him, meant she wasn't a true killer.
Disgusting!
They clashed in an instant.
Alice had no desire to fight, so she fought defensively, retreating with every strike.
The White Ghost didn't rush to kill her; instead, he toyed with her, slashing her clothes with his sharp bayonet, as though playing a twisted game of cat and mouse.
"Miss Moon, I've been to your bar. When I first saw you, I was immediately drawn to your queen-like temperament. You have no idea how badly I've longed to play with you…" His voice oozed with sickening desire.
"You pervert!" Alice shot back, her anger flaring.
Her clothes were punctured several times, and she could feel the cold night air against her exposed skin, her large white shoulder revealed.
Alice knew she couldn't let this go on. If she didn't act now, the White Ghost would eventually humiliate her. Though fearful, she knew she had to fight back.
The bayonet flashed wildly, creating sparks as it collided with the air.
This was the first time Alice had fought against someone from the same organization.
However, it didn't take long for her to realize that the White Ghost was stronger than she had anticipated. The only reason he had been toying with her for so long was to wear her down, and she was no match for him in terms of strength.
The White Ghost had all the time in the world and wasn't worried at all.
Furious, Alice shouted, "You're a vile and disgusting bastard. If you have the guts, just kill me already!"
"Ho ho, kill you? Why would I do that? I'll slowly conquer you after you've exhausted yourself."
He thrived on the twisted pleasure of domination.
The White Ghost's abnormal psychology was deeply satisfied by breaking those who were usually proud and untouchable, watching them beg for mercy.
Suddenly, as the White Ghost attempted to tear Alice's clothes open with the bayonet, a strange white light flashed across the night sky.
A powerful and dazzling white light.
It struck the White Ghost directly, right between his eyebrows.
Poof!
A bizarre cyan flame erupted all over the White Ghost's body, quickly consuming him, and within moments, he was reduced to a pile of ashes.
From the moment the white light hit him, the White Ghost never even had the chance to cry out. He was dead instantly, his body consumed by the supernatural force.
"Uh…"
Alice's eyes widened in disbelief.
The White Ghost—one of the cruelest killers in the Shadow Pavilion—was killed like this? By lightning? Without leaving a trace?
"It's karma! Even God can't tolerate your evil deeds. You deserve this!" Alice spat and cursed.
But then, a thought struck her, and her expression shifted. Without hesitation, she rushed toward the villa.
Soon after she left, a young man with an air of authority suddenly leapt down from a tree more than a hundred and sixty feet high. His eyes flashed with cold light.
"You're just an ant. How dare you target my sister? Who gave you the guts to do this?"
With a flash of movement, the young man sped toward a five-star hotel in the east of New York with terrifying speed.
"Allen Thomas, this is the road you chose. If you insist on continuing, then I, John, will kindly send you to hell."
There was only one person who could be this young man—John.