Chapter 852


    The moment they barged into the living room, a nimble figure swiftly emerged, locking everyone inside,


    including herself.


    Realizing they''d fallen into a trap, they looked up at the girl standing before them. In the dark, she wore


    a baseball cap and a ck mask; her slender figure blocked the doorway, and she exuded an intense


    aura.


    The man leading the group was deadly serious, "Carol? So, you finally showed yourself, you traitor."


    All of them were wearing ck bvas, hiding their faces.


    "Today is the day you die." The leader quickly attacked, the others following suit without hesitation.


    One of them pulled out a switchde, lunging towards the girl, who was now known as Arabe. She


    dodged and caught his wrist, then kicked directly towards his chest.


    Another threw a vase at Arabe, who promptly kicked it onto the sofa to prevent it from breaking and


    making a noise.


    Several men attacked Arabe at once. She kicked at one of their heads, but he swiftly dodged.


    Another made a quick move, and Arabe urately kicked his fist. She had used all her strength for


    this kick, causing intense pain to shoot from his fist up to his shoulder. He winced and instinctively


    clutched his aching fist.


    Another man drew a small knife, aiming for Arabe''s neck. She avoided his attack, then kicked him


    squarely in the chest.


    Her movements were extraordinarily swift, her actions quick and ruthless. The leader suffered a


    setback, and his voice was filled with anger.


    "You''re not Carol?"


    Arabe quickly attacked him again.


    "Who are you?"


    Seeing that Arabe remained silent, the leader''s anger surged. His vicious attacks were no match for


    her, and he found himself at a disadvantage.


    The others were injured, clearly no match for Arabe.


    "It''s time to end this."


    Since she wasn''t Carol, wasting time with her was no point. With a singlemand from the leader,


    everyone drew their silenced guns and aimed at Arabe.


    As they pulled the trigger, Arabe leaped into the air. Amid the hail of gunfire, she was agile and swift,


    not only dodging a dozen bullets but also grabbing one man''s arm, seizing his gun, and returning fire


    proficiently.


    Her aim was deadly urate, and four gun-wielding hands were hit in no time.


    "Who the hell are you?"


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    Now, the leader was genuinely rmed.


    The girl''s agility, marksmanship, and reflexes were far superior to theirs!


    Continuing like this was futile!


    "Retreat!"


    They attempted to leave at the leader''smand, but they had unknowingly inhaled a certain gas in


    the seven minutes since they entered the living room. Their bodies were now weak, and their


    consciousness was fading.


    This special gas was prepared by Arabe. It produced very little smoke when ignited, making it hard to


    notice if one was not vignt.


    It had no scent duringbustion and could make a person lose consciousness in a short time.


    It was toote when they realized they were losing control of their bodies.


    The leader threw a smoke bomb, nning to escape.


    The living room was filled with thick smoke. Arabe heard the sound of a window breaking, and she


    quickly grabbed the rope she had prepared, followed the sound, and, one by one, tied up the men who


    hadn''t escaped through the window.


    One had already escaped into the yard and was climbing over the wall.


    Arabe looked in the direction he had left but didn''t chase after him. She looked at the four men she


    had tied up, all of whom had passed out.


    At that moment, someone knocked on the door outside.


    "Professor Earwood, are you home? Have you returned?” Thedy who ran the breakfast joint next


    door was knocking on the door, "Are you alright? I thought I heard the sound of breaking ss."