Wang Xiao met her gaze, a signal for her to stay calm. "Stay here, I''ll check what''s happening," he instructed, his voice steady.


    He moved swiftly towards the nearest window, peering out cautiously to gauge the situation outside.


    The street outside the vi is a canvas of chaos - smoke billows up into the sky, painting it in shades of gray and orange.


    The sounds of a gunfight, distant yet unmistakably harsh, echo through the air, creating a symphony of danger and desperation.


    "Hm?" Wang Xiao''s brow furrowed, as he spoted a familiar figure amidst the turmoil. "This creature again...?" he murmured to himself, a hint of curiositycing his usually impassive tone.


    Reflected in his eyes is a scene of fierce confrontation. Josephine, the girl from the cafe, is crouched beside her car. She''s surrounded by a group of guards, their handguns drawn and faces set in grim determination.


    They were being besieged by four barely grown teen, whose movements were a blur of lethal efficiency, their young faces reflecting like masks of cold intent.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Among the chaos, another girl lied fallen. Aisha, with a wound on her head, her still form a stark contrast to the violent dance around her.


    "Why here, of all ces?" Wang Xiao pondered, his thoughts racing as he assessed the situation.


    Yin Yue''s voice, a whisper in his mind, breaks through his contemtion. [Ignore them.]


    Wang Xiao almost nodded in agreement, his mind calcting the risks and benefits.


    But then, a strategic thought struck him. "Those guards... They''re protecting Josephine. She might be useful if shees from a powerful background," he mused aloud.


    Yin Yue, intrigued by his line of thought, probed further. ''How...Oh? Do you intend to manipte her as you did with Li Zhiming?''


    Unfazed by the moral implications, Wang Xiao replied coolly, "Perhaps. First, we need to determine her value. If she proves insignificant, we can always dispose of her body in the woods."


    Yin Yue''s voice took a teasing tone. [You can''t just throw away such a potential resource, can you?]


    Wang Xiao''s eyes twitched, betraying a flicker of annoyance.


    He has ns, contingencies for every oue, including if Josephine is deemed unimportant.


    "Even if she''s not directly useful, she can still serve a purpose in her final moments," he thought aloud, his mind working through the possibilities, given her abundent body type, she wasn''tpletely useless for Wang Xiao, and since she would die in that case anyways, might as well make some use of her, and make her serve him.


    The scene shifted back to Anran, who had been silently observing Wang Xiao.


    "Is everything alright? Or we need to evacuate..." Anran asked tentatively, her voice a soft contrast to the harshness outside.


    Wang Xiao turns away from the window, his expression like an silent mask. "It''s aplicated situation. Just stay inside, I would go quickly and see what I can do."


    Anran, with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, moved towards the window as well, her steps light yet hesitant. "Complicated? Are they going to use missiles or something to force us out...?" she whispered to herself, her eyes scanning the scene outside as Wang Xiao slips out of the room silently, almost like a shadow.


    Her gazended on Josephine, the girl outside who appeared both scared and anxious. Anran''s eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the peculiar detail of Josephine''s attire, barely containing her breasts. "Quite aplicated situation indeed..." She muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with a mix of irony and concern.


    She drew the curtains shut with a swift movement, trying to detach herself from the chaos outside as she retreats to the couch, feigning disinterest.


    But the facade of indifference didn''tst long. A few momentster, Anran''s resolve faltered; she let out a sigh, the weight of responsibility pulling her upright.


    She proceeded to open a box, revealing an assortment of firearms, her movements methodical as she prepares for a confrontation she knows might be inevitable.


    As Anran keeps a watchful eye on the fight through a discreet vantage point, a realization dawned on her. "Hm? Are those attackers... Deviants?" The question sliped out as a whisper as she noticed the unnatural prowess with which the attackers took down the guards.


    Her expression shifted, turning from casual observation to intense focus. She reached for the sniper rifle, her hands steady and experienced, readying herself for what she knows she must do next.


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    Perched silently on the roof, Wang Xiao was the picture of patience and calction. He sat motionless, his eyes scanning the chaos below with a predatory focus.


    The rooftop vantage point gave him a clear view of the mayhem, yet he remained as still as a statue, waiting for the precise moment to intervene, the moment being when no guards around Josephine stay alive.


    Below, the scene is one of unrestrained chaos.


    The kind of violence that, under normal circumstances, would dominate news headlines. But here, in the remote outskirts of a small town, it''s a hidden storm, witnessed by only a few.


    Josephine, pressed against the cold, unyielding fiber of her car.


    Her body trembling slightly, her breathsing in short, panicked gasps. "W-Who are these guys?... Why are they attacking me?" she stammered to herself, her mind racing with fear and confusion.


    Her eyes darted around desperately, silently pleading for a savior in this nightmare.


    For Josephine, this was a harsh deviation from her life of luxury and safety. Her world, usually so controlled and predictable, had been shattered in mere moments.


    Despite her usual air of arrogance, borne from a life of privilege and power, she found herselfpletely unprepared for real danger.


    This terrifying situation threatened to break the facade of confidence she''s always maintained, revealing the helpless individual beneath.


    The ground outside the vi had be a battleground, where Josephine''s guards valiantly, but hopelessly, fought to protect her.


    One of the guards, a seasoned man named Marco, shouted orders amidst the gunfire. "Cover the left nk! Push them back!" His voice, a beacon of fading hope in the din of battle. The remaining guards moved in unison, their training evident in their coordinated efforts.


    But the attackers, four barely teenage assants, moved with a terrifying, unnatural grace. Their eyes burning with a fierce intensity as they cut through the guards'' defenses.