When Jane Alden saw Josie Quinn suddenly appear, she cried out in panic, "Cece, run! Don't let them catch you."
The man, completely unafraid of the dagger at his neck, taunted, "Yeah, you'd better run. Make sure we don't catch you."
The other man in the back, who had been organizing things, heard the commotion and turned to look.
He didn't take Josie Quinn seriously either, just snickering in agreement from the side with no intention of coming over to help.
SHLICK—
The dagger plunged straight into the man's heart.
Blood spurted out before he could even react, a smirk still lingering on his face.
It wasn't until the pain hit that he frantically tried to clutch his wound, stammering, "You... I..."
The man in the back realized what was happening and immediately charged forward, blade in hand.
Josie Quinn was already prepared for him. The moment he moved, she dissolved into a slip of paper and fluttered down beside a pillar.
