"Come out! Who's there?" the female attendant shouted in shock. This phenomenon, this method, was also her first encounter since becoming an assassin. She felt as if she were surrounded by a mysterious force, unable to move.
If one looked closely, they would see a faint cyan color.
Only under the cover of night, this pale cyan became less obvious.
Today, she had lost, and lost in a baffling manner!
The people on the deck looked bewildered. Initially, when they heard there was a "female assassin," they were all startled and were trying to avoid judging the situation as unusual. What game were those three people in front playing? The assassin's game? But the woman remained in her original pose, motionless, still holding something in her hand.
What the hell?
The entire scene was silent, except for the sounds of the sea breeze and waves.
Suddenly, a ringtone, that of a cellphone, echoed from above.
