The Sigma Network''s men blinked, their eyes widening in disbelief at the young "man" who had suddenly appeared.


    "What the hell?"


    "Didn''t the boss want to see Specter?"


    "Isn''t Specter supposed to be a gray-haired old man over fifty?"


    "How could it be this kid, who doesn''t look a day over twenty?"


    "Who are you calling that!" one of the men demanded, raising his gun. "Our boss wants to see Specter in person!"


    "I am Specter," Juniper replied in a low, patient voice, her hands stuffed in her pockets.


    "You''re Specter? Then I''m Specter''s father!” the man retorted, jutting his chin out, oblivious to the danger he was in.


    At his words, Juniper slowly lifted her gaze, her longshes shadowing eyes that had turned bloodred. The next second, she pulled her hands from her pockets. With a few swift movements, she disarmed the two grunts in front of her, dismantling their gunspletely. Parts ttered onto the deck with a harsh, metallic sound.


    "Thump! Thump!"


    With two solid kicks, Juniper sent both men flying into the sea.


    "Aaaah, help-!"


    As the two iled in the water, screaming for help, the other men on board finally snapped out of their shock.


    "He''s so fast."


    "I''ll say this onest time. Take me to the leader of the Sigma Network," Juniper said, her eyes sweeping over the remaining men.


    "Yes, sir."


    Not daring to dy any longer, they immediately called Felton.


    "Specter is here," the man said, still eyeing Juniper nervously. "But... he''s a young man..."


    "A young man?" Felton was also confused. He turned to Shanley, who was standing beside him. "Boss, they''re saying..."


    "Let him in." Shanley nced at the security monitor.


    Although he could only see the person''s back, the way he had dismantled the guns and kicked the men was identical to Specter''s methods. So, Specter was in disguise all this time.


    "Take him to the adjacent room


    first," Shanley ordered, picking up his


    phone, le kept dialing Juniper''s


    number, but all he got was a


    notification that the call couldn''t be connected.


    Where did Juniper go? Why was her phone off?


    Unable to reach Juniper, Shanley had no choice but to contact Tucker.


    "I don''t think my master is in her room," Tucker reported after knocking and getting no answer.


    “Not in her room?” Shanley''s face changed, his fingers tightening on the phone. Could Specter''s people had found her?


    "Please, could you try to find her for me?"


    After ending the call, Shanley immediately returned to his seat and opened hisptop to check the hotel''s security footage.


    "Boss, Specter has been taken to the other room," Felton reported respectfully. "Should you go see Subterra Vanguard''s second-inmand?"


    “No need.” Shanley''s expression was grim as he worked on theputer. “Have Flint watch her. Don''t let her escape."


    Their second-inmand? Just as cunning as Specter, he''s sure.


    In a small, cramped room, Lue was tied up and thrown on the floor, her face bruised from her fight with Flint and Felton.


    "If you''re going to kill me, just do it. Cut the damn crap." Lue''s face was disguised, but her striking white hair was unmistakable.


    "Heh, you''ve got a lot of nerve for a prisoner, Flint sneered, his arms crossed as he looked down at her from behind his mask. "But don''t worry Specteris already here to save you


    Specter?Juniper was here? That fool! How could she walk right into a trap! Knowing what awaited Juniper, Lue began to struggle desperately. She could die. But Subterra O Vanguard could not lose Juniper.