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    At this point, the stocky assassin had already retrieved the fallen pistol from the floor. Malice burned in his eyes as he took aim at the bodyguard and pulled the trigger.


    But the st never came.


    The stocky assassin stiffened, caught off guard that the pistol wasn’t loaded. Desperation creeping in, he kept pulling, but the pistol only clicked uselessly. Realization dawned—he’d been set up.


    With a furious roar, the stocky assassin hurled the pistol toward Dn and made a break for it.


    But Christina wasn’t about to let the stocky assassin escape. Another card shot from her fingers, slicing through the air and embedding deep into his thigh.


    “Argh!” the stocky assassin let out a pained scream as blood gushed from his thigh. That momentary stumble doomed him.


    With hatred gleaming in his eyes, the stocky assassin scanned the crowd, looking for a hostage. But before he could act, another card struck his other thigh, driving in like a steel-tipped dart. Whatever he had nned never materialized—the bodyguards had already subdued him.


    “Who sent you?” Dn asked, his voice like ice, eyes fixed on the subdued assassins.


    Christina’s eyes widened as something clicked in her memory, and she stepped forward to stop what wasing—but she was toote.


    The two assassins convulsed, ck blood pouring from their mouths as their bodies went still.


    The sequence of events had unfolded so swiftly that most had barely grasped what had just urred.


    “They took their own lives with poison,” one of the bodyguards reported grimly.


    Dn’s expression darkened. His jaw tightened as he ordered, “Clean this up.”


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    “Right away!” The bodyguardsplied.


    Dn scanned the crowd with chilling intensity, the weight of his presence suffocating. His presence here tonight had been a ploy—a stage set with the Millers to draw out whoever was after him. But these two assassins had chosen death over exposure.


    Dn reasoned that if only these two assassins were all that had been sent, the mastermind was being extremely cautious. Maybe this wasn’t even a real strike—just a probe. A few operatives might have blended into the curious onlookers, quietly observing everything to report to the mastermindter on. Now that their ambush had been exposed, any further elimination attempts would likely be executed with careful precision and thorough preparation.


    Christina had already pieced together Dn’s strategy the moment she discovered the pistol was unloaded—he’d set a lure to flush out the assassins.


    “That was amazing! Seriously, you were incredible back there!” Robin finally snapped out of his shock, beaming with admiration as he gazed at the disguised Christina.


    “It was nothing,” Christina said lightly, brushing off the praise.


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