Samira held a thick cigar, continuously approaching Biki.
Just then, a rapid knocking sounded from outside the door:
“Madam, it’s me, Lorrain.
I have important news to report to you.”
Samira was startled, and a look of intense dissatisfaction immediately surfaced on her face.
“I believe I said not to disturb me after nightfall.”
“Forgive me, Madam, but a suspected Beyonder has infiltrated the bar.
I need your help!”
Samira was shocked and quickly stuffed Biki back into the box, locking it tight.
Then, she picked up a female figurine from the table and thrust it directly into her own body.
Due to the urgency of the situation, she seemed to have forgotten to cover it with a membrane.
After completing this, Samira opened the door and saw Lorrain standing there with an anxious expression.
“Where is the intruder?”
Samira asked, her fangs protruding outward, looking quite terrifying.
Lorrain hurried to reply:
“I saw his figure on the first floor, but he quickly slipped back into the shadows.
I don’t know if he’s still inside the bar.”
Samira couldn’t help but feel suspicious: Could it be a Beyonder of the Assassin Pathway?
She couldn’t help but think of some bad things: just a few days ago, another territory of the Hyena Gang—the Riverside Theater—had been infiltrated by an Assassin, and an important item bestowed by the Great Master had been stolen.
Wright, the deputy of the Riverside Theater, had tracked that Assassin, and the two ended up perishing together.
Yet that important item’s whereabouts remained unknown to this day.
Samira’s scalp tingled slightly as she hurriedly commanded:
“Quick, go find him!
Mobilize everyone; we must find him!”
“Yes!”
Soon, the entire Kingfisher Bar became brightly lit.
Every thug searched room by room, including those already occupied by guests.
The patrons were startled, thinking the police had come for a raid.
Many ran out in a panic before they could even put on their pants, and for a while, the entire bar was in chaos.
Meanwhile, Samira sat steadily in her room, with Lorrain standing guard beside her.
She knew that the important item bestowed by the Great Master was inside her body; as long as she ensured her own safety, that Assassin could never take it away.
Therefore, she kept Lorrain by her side.
In the tense atmosphere, time ticked away.
Samira felt her gums itching, and her thirst for blood grew increasingly intense.
She went into the washroom and splashed her face with cold water.
Soon, the fangs in her mouth retracted, and the fur on her face gradually faded.
Lorrain watched all this quietly; clearly, it wasn’t the first time she had seen such a scene.
She knew that Samira was at her weakest right after releasing her Werewolf state.
If not for the fact that the Lycanthropy could not last more than fifteen minutes, Samira would never have deactivated it at such a critical moment.
While Samira had yet to emerge from the washroom, Lorrain seemingly casually waved a small vanity mirror in her hand.
An inconspicuous reflection hit the room’s window glass and then vanished.
Samira walked out of the washroom and sat back on her lounge chair, feeling uneasy.
Outside the room, the search continued, but no news had arrived.
She gradually grew weary.
Could the intruder have already escaped?
Or was that bitch Lorrain seeing things?
She still trusted Lorrain relatively well.
As her deputy and a fellow traveler of the same Pathway but a lower Sequence, Lorrain had always been very obedient and showed no ambition.
“It’s just that she isn’t indulgent enough; her desires aren’t strong enough.
That’s why the Boss chose me to receive the Great Master’s blessing, while Lorrain didn’t get the chance…”
Thinking of this, Samira couldn’t help but feel a bit smug, and her tightly wound nerves gradually relaxed.
She was about to shift her body on the lounge chair to find a more comfortable position.
At that moment, her spiritual intuition exploded wildly.
Samira practically leapt from the lounge chair, spinning around to look out the window.
Under the blood-red moon, a pitch-black figure stood on the windowsill, quietly watching her.
The figure wore a black cloak, with one hand tucked inside as if ready to draw a gun and fire at any moment.
Almost instantly, Samira opened her mouth wide and let out a roar.
At the same time, she quickly tore her upper garment, letting her exaggeratedly plump chest pop out.
In that instant, Samira’s perverted desires were ignited.
Her eyes turned crimson, her muscles bulged, and a powerful aura condensed around her.
The dark figure outside the window did not hesitate, immediately jumping down and landing like a feather before quickly fleeing in one direction.
Perhaps forgetting to hide in his haste, this suspected Assassin Pathway Beyonder did not vanish into the shadows, but instead exposed his figure clearly under the red moon.
Like a hyena seeing its prey, Samira instinctively wanted to jump out the window in pursuit.
Then, her crimson eyes flickered as a faint trace of rationality surfaced.
Without any hesitation, Samira opened her bloody maw and bit down hard on her own arm.
With a squelch, blood splattered, and the madness in her eyes gradually receded.
Samira stood by the windowsill for a while until she had completely calmed down, naturally abandoning the plan to chase the intruder.
That would be too reckless; it would be easy to fall into a trap.
At that moment, on the street outside, Levi looked back at the window of Samira’s room.
The target had not jumped down to pursue him as planned.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
According to Lorrain, Samira was a Sequence 8 of the Prisoner Pathway—a Lunatic.
This Sequence was synonymous with desire and indulgence; they suffered a curse during the full moon and were at extreme risk of losing control.
Every month, Samira would perform a sacrifice to the Great Master the Hyena Gang worshipped to obtain protection and avoid losing control.
During the sacrifice, she would use the ability of the Mystical Item ‘Blood Goblet’ to enter a Lycanthropy.
While enhancing her own abilities, this also allowed her to indulge her desires, making the sacrifice more effective.
The negative effect of this Mystical Item was that after the Lycanthropy, the user would enter a weakened state for two hours.
And this period was the best opportunity to assassinate Samira!
Thus, he had hidden outside the window, prepared to give Samira a fatal blow with his pistol.
But Samira had discovered him through her spiritual intuition and quickly activated the Lunatic’s ability, actively igniting her desires and sacrificing her sanity in exchange for great strength and a toughened body.
In this state, it would be difficult for a single pistol to deal a fatal blow to Samira.
However, Levi and the others had a Plan B: lure the delirious Samira into the street and use the complex terrain to find an opportunity to finish her off.
But Samira’s combat experience was very rich.
She had developed the habit of biting herself at any time during a fight to maintain her sanity.
At the critical moment, she sensed the danger and did not give chase.
Levi sighed, merged into the shadows of the night, and took a detour back to the Kingfisher Bar.
“Fortunately, we still have Plan C.”