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    Joannaforted Susanna, who was feeling scared. Joanna herself remained serene, showing no signs of fear.


    Norah remembered a day from the past. She had just left the Carters’ and Joanna had picked her up for their mour Club outing when they ran into a bit of chaos. Back then, Joanna had trembled as someone battered the door, but now, she was fearless.


    Joanna had grown stronger and more resilient thanks to the training. Duncan, her coach, had really helped. She reassured Susanna with a gentle pat on the shoulder.


    “The mour Club’s doors are very strong. There’s no need to worry.”


    Norah and Alice, on the other hand, werepletely rxed, enjoying their drinks.


    The crowd at the door had thinned, yet a few persisted, guarding the entrance and pleading for it to be opened. Susanna, still naive to the ways of wicked people, asionally felt tempted to let them in.


    “There aren’t many out there. Just open the door. My bodyguards are still outside; it will be fine.”


    Joanna shook her head with a sigh.


    “Susanna, you can’t afford to be soft when you’re out in the future. It could get you killed.”


    She pointed to her own unhealed wound.


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    “Look, I’m still injured. Don’t trust people so easily.”


    Joanna had learned her lesson the hard way. She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.


    “Don’te any closer. Don’t kill me. Please, no…”


    “Oh, God…”


    “Please, don’t kill…”


    “Bang! Bang! Bang!”


    By the private room door, a man with a crew cut and a gun fired three rapid shots, silencing the pleading voices instantly. The victims’ eyes widened in disbelief as they fell.


    “The people in that private room are so cruel,” the crew-cut man remarked, his voice dripping with disdain. He toyed with the pistol in his hand, a vivid green dragon tattoo writhing on his arm as he spoke.


    “Just three folks left outside, and they can’t even be bothered to let them in. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such selfish people deserve to die, don’t you think?”


    He turned to question the one-eyed man standing behind him, his gaze intense.


    “Tonight, we revel onest time. We need to pull more into the abyss with us. Here in the mour Club, we hold the reins of fate.”


    A dark presence seemed to radiate from the one-eyed man. His sole eye sparkled ominously as he stared at the closed door of the private room and strode forward.


    “It’s a waste of time,” he muttered.


    The crew-cut man chuckled at hispanion’s grim determination.


    “They hold their lives dear, so let’s snatch that away from them. Isn’t it delightful to watch them perish in despair?”


    His words sparked a glint of interest in the one-eyed man’s expression. Pausing, hemanded, “st that lock off.”


    After three gunshots shattered the silence and the begging and pounding on the door ceased abruptly, the upants of the private room must have realized what had happened outside.


    Then, unexpectedly, two more gunshots rang out. The door to the private room flew open, revealing two figures silhouetted against the backlight.


    “Look at all these beautiful girls! What a treat,” eximed one intruder.


    The crew-cut man’s eyes widened as he surveyed the room. The first woman he noticed approached the door; her beauty was stunning, capturing his attentionpletely. Her delicate features, curly eyshes, and red lips seemed to pull all the light toward her.


    Opposite her stood a blonde foreigner with striking blue eyes, her pretty face causing him to catch his breath. He hadn’t yet had the pleasure of suchpany.


    Alongside her sat two other women—one exuding a sweet, cute aura, and the other radiating a sunny, cheerful energy. Each of them had her own unique charm, but it was the adorable one who truly stood out. She seemed almost like a living doll, her innocent allure tempting anyone who saw her to reach out and embrace her.


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