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On the deserted street, more than five vehicles of various kinds were parked, and dozens of fully armed gang members, carrying various firearms, hid behind the vehicles.
Several combat personnel wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, carrying submachine guns, appeared to be preparing to push open the door.
They seemed surprised that Shirakawa Natsu would come out from inside, and for a moment a series of "crackling" sounds of guns being drawn rang out.
Shirakawa Natsu was stunned when dozens of gun barrels were pointed at her in an instant, and she lost her ability to think for a moment.
The crowd suddenly parted, and a woman who was at least 1.78 meters tall walked out from the crowd.
Her expression was icy, her eyes like those of a predatory beast, her gaze fixed on Shirakawa Natsu: "Take Ken away."
Several gangsters with guns pointed their guns at Shirakawa Natsu and carefully lifted the man off his body, carrying him to the vehicle behind.
Without any hesitation, Shirakawa Natsu threw the gun in her hand to the ground and raised her hands.
Chapter 212 Dangerous Sister
The woman was dressed in a red women's suit and red high heels, making her already tall figure stand out even more.
She stared down at Shirakawa Natsu like a bloodthirsty beast eyeing its prey, ready to tear it to shreds in the next second.
Shirakawa Natsumi's body trembled involuntarily; her body's instincts were screaming warnings that this woman was dangerous!
Several members carrying submachine guns had already formed a tactical squad and passed by him, methodically rushing into the company behind him.
The woman took a gun from one of her companions, walked towards Shirakawa Natsu in her high heels, and skillfully cocked it.
Shirakawa Natsu's face darkened instantly. She glanced around, but Kimura Momo was nowhere to be seen.
His heart sank, and he cursed her countless times in his mind, knowing that he had been too naive.
Even though we know she's not human, we can't use human logic to understand her behavior.
The woman had closed in, her predatory aura intensifying, and her eyes held a suppressed, intense killing intent.
Clearly, she wasn't in a good mood.
Shirakawa Natsumi's mind raced as he considered the current situation. The woman in front of him was the same Hikaru-nee whom he had just rescued from the man's mouth.
We must find a way to save ourselves.
The woman didn't speak, her face frosty, as she slowly raised her gun, the dark muzzle pointing at his forehead.
Sweat began to bead on Shirakawa Natsumi's forehead. Would she shoot? This place was remote, but it was still part of the city.
Even gangsters wouldn't dare kill someone in the street.
With a loud crash, the door behind Shirakawa Natsu was kicked open, and several tactical squad members who had just rushed in brought out two men with scars on their faces.
Both men were injured, and upon seeing the woman, their faces showed only panic: "We have no idea what happened!"
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a bullet hole appeared between the eyebrows of the man who had spoken. He knelt down and died.
The woman put her gun away.
"Huff!" another person gasped for breath. "I said, Sister Bihua, what do you want to know!"
"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out. The man's eyes were filled with disbelief. He died without understanding why he had died.
She killed two people as easily as stepping on two ants, then turned her gaze back to Shirakawa Natsumi.
Her slender, jade-like fingers gripped the trigger, and the next second, a bullet shot out from the muzzle.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
Shirakawa Natsu knew that if he couldn't give the woman in front of him a reasonable explanation, he would end up like the two guys on the ground whose heads had been blown off.
She didn't speak, her eyes fixed on Shirakawa Natsu, her finger tightening around the trigger.
"I want to do something for you, Sister Hika!" Shirakawa Natsu suddenly exclaimed, "I risked my life to save your people because I want to do something for you, Sister Hika!"
His reasoning was full of holes, but at this point, he couldn't find any other excuses.
Hikaru stared at Shirakawa Natsu, a pressure pressing down on his heart, causing a tremor in his chest.
The minotaur's heart kicked in at that moment, preventing his fear from showing on his face.
Time seems so long at this moment.
As Shirakawa Natsu's breathing became increasingly difficult, Hikaru put away her gun and handed it to the henchman beside her: "I agree, your name."
"Shirakawa Natsu." Shirakawa Natsu let out a long breath, her face still looking terrible, even though she hadn't been beaten to death on the spot.
But associating with these gangs was not what he wanted.
Moreover, these guys are capable of pulling out submachine guns, so they definitely can't be ordinary gangsters.
Bihua turned around, gestured for him to follow with her eyes, and then walked straight towards the car.
When Shirakawa Natsu saw the look in her eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
Something's not right; she shouldn't have brought him along so easily.
It's definitely impossible to slip away now.
Bihua walked to the car, and a middle-aged man ran up to her and said in a low voice, "Ken has a gunshot wound to the abdomen, but the bullet has been removed. He is not in any danger."
“Take him back.” Bihua opened the car door. “He needs to rest. We’ll ask him again tomorrow.”
After she finished speaking, she got into the back seat of the car and looked at Shirakawa Natsumi.
Knowing there was no way to escape, Shirakawa Natsumi could only cautiously get into the car and sit down next to her, pressing her legs together and only daring to sit on half of her bottom.
Only then did he have a chance to look at Hikaru. He couldn't tell her age, but her height was about the same as Mino Shiki's.
Wearing red high heels, she became even more dangerous than Mikoto's mature and sophisticated aura.
A sister who might pull out a gun at any moment and blow your head off.
Although Bihua let him get into the car, she didn't talk to him and quietly looked out the window.
As the black sedan drove through the city, Shirakawa Natsumi's heart pounded faster and faster, and cold sweat gradually seeped from her forehead.
After the initial panic, he gradually calmed down and began to review what had just happened.
The more I looked at it, the more I felt that something was off about it.
On the surface, this incident appears to be about Bihua leading people to seek revenge, but if we think about it more deeply...
Why didn't the police show up after all that commotion?
Why were there only six people in that agency? It's as if they knew they were going to be attacked and evacuated in advance.
Why were the last two people shot and killed by Hikaru when they tried to speak?
These mysteries actually have little to do with Shirakawa Natsu.
What truly frightened him was why Hikaru would agree so easily.
Only by saying that could I possibly survive.
But following normal procedure, he said he wanted to do something for Bihua afterwards.
Bihua won't kill him, but she'll let him leave first and then investigate his identity.
Now, not only did she readily agree, but she also took him with her.
Shirakawa Natsu absolutely refused to believe that a woman like Hikaru, who kills without blinking an eye, would be a simple person, much less someone who would be attracted to his good looks.
She must have an ulterior motive; there's a trap ahead, waiting for him to fall into it.
He began to curse the fox in his heart for throwing him into such danger, and then disappearing without a trace.
Despite claiming to be an observer, they intervene and observe the conflicts between humans.
No woman's word is trustworthy, not even a female fox's.
"Wait, observe?"
Shirakawa Natsu's brows furrowed as he recalled how his grandfather kept many small animals when he was a child.
He was particularly fond of a beautiful kitten, so he would hold her close or take her to the park to watch her play with other kittens.
Thinking of Huang Mao's 66 favorability rating on the app, Shirakawa Natsu's expression changed drastically: "Damn it, I've become that cat!"
From being interested in an entire ethnic group to being interested in a particular individual within that group.
Shirakawa Natsu was in turmoil. Even though he had already realized that Kimura Momo was of a different race, he still subconsciously tried to understand her behavior from a human perspective, which led him into a dangerous situation again.
Putting all that behind us for now, the real issue we face is how to survive, more so than Kimura Momo's current problem.
The aloof and beautiful woman beside him, named Bihua, clearly wanted to take advantage of him.
He has now been passively drawn into a huge conspiracy, and if he is not careful, he will be crushed to pieces.
As he was lost in thought, the black sedan slowly came to a stop.
Shirakawa Natsu snapped out of her reverie, looked out the car window, and was startled. This was a funeral home.
Bihua didn't say anything, but pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Shirakawa Natsu quickly pretended to be her underling and followed behind her.
He noticed that the entrance to the funeral home was already filled with burly men in black suits.
Even though they were dressed in suits and ties, the tattoos visible on their cuffs and collars clearly indicated their identities.
They are conducting body searches on people queuing at the main entrance; only those who have undergone a thorough body search will be allowed to enter the hall.
"This is a funeral." Shirakawa Natsu's gaze swept over the people. The people attending the funeral were not gangsters; they all had extraordinary bearing and did not look like ordinary people. Some of them were even familiar faces that he had seen on TV, such as some politicians or wealthy businessmen.
He froze when his gaze fell on the spot where the family members were standing; there stood a face he recognized.
It was Yuzuriha Yu, the woman she had met at Kang Eun-hye's massage parlor.
Unlike the alluring woman in black stockings and a short skirt I met at first.
Yuzuriha's long hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she was dressed in a black kimono, looking like a widow.
With an unyielding sorrow on his face, he knelt on the ground and bowed to the mourners.
"Her husband is dead?" Shirakawa Natsu calmly withdrew her gaze and followed behind Hikaru.
Bihua did not enter through the main hall, but went directly through the side door. When the men in black saw her, they all bowed their heads in greeting.
She walked straight into the room in her high heels. Shirakawa Natsu originally wanted to stand outside the door, but after a glance from her, she could only lower her head and enter the room with her.
This was a luxuriously decorated guest room. Shirakawa Natsu was astonished. Did the funeral home even have such a thing as a high-class VIP suite?
Hika entered the room, leaned back on the sofa, and put her feet up on the coffee table in front of her.
He rested his chin on one hand and his eyes were slightly closed.
Shirakawa Natsumi could only stand aside helplessly. He was just a yellow-haired APP and couldn't do anything. If he offered to give her a massage, he was afraid he would get his head blown off the next second.
He even had to actively keep his distance from this dangerous woman, because once the Huangmao APP identified her as a friend, he would explode.
Compared to Inagawa Hanahi, who was also a group leader, she was like a harmless kitten.
Shirakawa Natsu stood ramrod straight, stealing glances at Hikaru out of the corner of her eye, even though she was a dangerous older sister who killed without blinking an eye.
But she's very good-looking, especially with that dangerous aura.
It's basically like going to a primeval forest to mate with a tiger—just as thrilling.
He stood there for almost an hour until the door was pushed open.
Yuzuriha Yu walked in dressed as a widow, her gaze not lingering on Shirakawa Natsu for even a second, as if she didn't recognize him at all.
Shirakawa Natsu thought to herself, "She clearly did so much to my feet, but now she's pretending not to know me. Women are so heartless."
"Sister," Yuzuriha Yu said softly to Higanbana, "Time is almost up."
Hikaru kept her eyes closed: "I cannot share a room with the person who killed my brother."
“I understand, but I can do it.” Yuzuriha Yu’s voice was gentle: “As long as we find out who killed my husband, I will kill them with my own hands.”
At the same time, in the Yan Kingdom.
"Okay, I'll head back tomorrow." Hojo Maki hung up the phone, her brows furrowed tightly.
Chapter 213 Became a Substitute
"Mom, has a case happened?" Kanna Hojo put down her chopsticks, her expression worried.