It wasn''t that the trickery of warfare was unfamiliar to Santos; rather, he had already upgraded his concoctions, making them more potent and domineering than those he had crafted three years prior.


    Why wouldn''t he be fully prepared when he personally decided to confront this youngster?


    Santos was confident about this.


    "Oh, let''s give it a try then," Mirabe said, nodding and slowly rolling up her sleeves.


    This ce was indeed perfect, secluded enough that any noise wouldn''t risk being overheard.


    Seeing her actions and her seemingly unaffected demeanor, Santos''s brow furrowed, though his expression was hidden behind the mask he wore.


    After about ten seconds, seeing that the woman remained unmoved, Santos finally realized his concoction might have lost its effect on her.


    With his thoughts rapidly shifting, Santos, fully aware of Mirabe''sbat prowess, snapped his fingers in the air. In an instant, a dozen henchmen emerged from the shadows into Mirabe''s view.


    Simultaneously, Santos swiftly closed the distance to Mirabe, his palm charged with absolute power aiming for her shoulder, the force of the strike palpable even in the air.


    Standing her ground, Mirabe merely curled her lips into a slight smirk. As Santos''s palm descended, she effortlessly shifted her stance, her hand moving seemingly slowly yet with incredible speed to grasp the arm extended before her.


    Santos''s advance was halted, yet he seemed to have anticipated this, not showing concern but rather a strange smile.


    At that moment, his other hand, previously hidden, moved; in the next instant, a silver needle from his fingertip pierced into Mirabe''s body.


    "Did you think I had only one n?" Santos withdrew the needle, its tip stained with a droplet of blood, and as he did, his lips curled into a smirk, his gaze


    returning to Mirabe''s face with a triumphant expression: "The real contingency n was this."


    Mirabe''s pupils contracted,


    disbelief apparent on her face. The hand that had been grasping Santos''s arm suddenly weakened, and the next moment, she lost consciousness and copsed.


    Seeing her fall to the ground, Santos''s eyes briefly shed with disdain. All that bravado, and yet she was once again in his grasp.


    He then ordered his men to take her away.


    Soon, Mirabe was bundled into a car.


    The parking lot returned to its previous state of tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened.


    **


    Meanwhile, As, who had been waiting in the rest area, checked the time on his watch. It had been twenty minutes since Miss Mira had said she was going to the restroom.


    She should have returned by now.


    As furrowed his brows, recalling Miss Mira''s reaction when she left, a sense of unease crossed his mind.


    After a moment''s thought, he took out his phone and dialed Mirabe.


    But the phone rang out without answer, and As realized something might have happened. Unable to sit still any longer, he hung up and quickly headed towards the restroom.


    After a thorough search of the


    felt both frustrated and guilty. Without further dy, he headed to the airport''s security office while instructing his people to watch all exits closely, ensuring no suspicious individuals or vehicles could slip by.


    Upon arriving at the security office, the airport staff, having received instructions from their superiors to fully cooperate with As, immediately pulled up the surveince footage for him.