Outside Lei Ke Manor.
A shadow, as if it had come to life, writhed and ultimately took on the form of a slightly staggering figure.
She clutched her shoulder, and the fresh blood could clearly be seen flowing between her fingers.
"Damn it... Why does the Notting Hill family have that kind of drug? Could they be in touch with the Special Affairs Bureau?!"
"Had I not practiced the Nameless Art before, just happened to discover shadow stealth, and fixed it through ritual, I might have been shot to death today, killed by a mob of mortals... How ironic!"
The voice came from beneath the cloak, a young woman.
"When my injury heals, next time... I will make them know what real pain and despair are!"
She looked back at the manor, her voice filled with inescapable sadness and anger, about to leave.
Suddenly, her body trembled violently, the previous gunshot wounds hadn't made her frown, but now, she seemed to be enduring extreme agony.
