She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 37 The Heart-wrenching Second Half

The intermission was soon over, and the once bustling lounge suddenly became quiet.

Anastasia and the other two returned to their private room. Before they could even sit down, Jolina anxiously asked a question.

"Miss Angel, did you notice anything amiss during intermission?"

During intermission, Jolena stayed close to Mike, but she still noticed Anastasia talking to a waiter not far away.

Anastasia and the waiter spoke in detail, but due to the noise of the crowd, Jolina couldn't hear clearly. However, she saw the theater waiter lead Anastasia away, and then the two quickly returned to the lounge.

In Jolina's view, Anastasia was not the kind of person who would do unnecessary things; there must be a reason for her talking to the waiter, following him out and then returning.

"Can't they just let people watch the whole show?" Mike said, dissatisfied. "Can't they even wait that little bit?"

Mike Montagu sounded quite resentful, his mood ruined.

The dangerous and deadly attack was terrifying, the unknown abilities of the transcendent were equally terrifying, but the feeling of not being able to watch the entire performance was even worse.

"It's not certain yet," Anastasia said. "I just saw a stranger who looked like a Transcendent."

Anastasia didn't make any definitive statements. The waiter who had raised her suspicions might really just be a theater employee, and she couldn't be sure of his true identity.

"While I can't be sure, it's always good to be safe," she continued. "I've already called Rupert and asked him to come pick you up ahead of time."

"If I catch the person behind this, I'll definitely invite him to a great show," Mike said viciously. "But I'll only invite him to half the show, so he can experience this awful feeling too."

Jolena wanted to cover Mike's mouth; was this the time to be talking about such things?

"If anything unexpected happens later, you should take Mike and hide underground." Anastasia looked at Jolina. "It's dark there, the space is huge, and the visibility is extremely poor, making it easy for people to hide."

"I understand, I will take good care of Mike." Jolena nodded in agreement. She knew her own limitations and wouldn't do anything foolish like arguing with or going against Anastasia's arrangements.

Anastasia continued, "I will come to you after everything is settled, but until then, try not to leave the underground."

Jolina nodded in agreement again. Although she was a Transcendent, her danger rating was not high, and she had little chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Rather than being treated as an inferior horse by the enemy, it would be better to hide with Mike so that they could look out for each other.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we can relax and enjoy the show until the end, then leave with everyone else," Anastasia continued. "Rupert and our neighbor should be on their way to the theater right now."

That phone call wasn't just to the coachman Rupert, but also to the neighbor next door, and to Blatter, who liked to keep things mysterious.

If the fish really bite tonight, Anastasia plans to deal a heavy blow to the person behind it all; she's going to take down the Transcendent who entangled Blatt during the first attack.

Someone who can entangle with Blatter, whose danger rating is at least at the level of a man-made disaster, and confine Blatter to the riverside apartment, cannot be weak. His danger rating must be at least at the level of a man-made disaster, or even higher.

The one who surpasses the rating of "Man-made Disaster" will be treated as an honored guest wherever he goes. As long as Anastasia can eliminate that "Man-made Disaster", she can deal a heavy blow to the person behind the scenes.

If all we can catch are a few small fish, tonight's adventurous trip will be pointless, and in some ways, even idiotic.

Anastasia didn't want to be labeled as brainless. If the attackers didn't come, fine, but if they dared to come, no one would live to see the sun rise again.

Time passed second by second, and what was originally a joyful time became unbearably agonizing.

At this point, Mike was no longer able to immerse himself in the wonderful performance; he couldn't focus on what the actors were doing at all.

Although he was still sitting in his chair, his eyes darted around the entire theater. The treacherous Vanessa Grand Theater kept him on edge, and he dared not miss any corner where someone might be hiding.

Mike, never having a moment's rest, kept glancing at the stage set, seemingly worried it might collapse; then, he looked at the enormous crystal chandelier above the audience, as if concerned it might accidentally fall and kill someone in the audience below…

In short, Mike had imagined countless unexpected scenarios in his mind, including all sorts of ways he might die, some heroic, some tragic, and some silent.

As a police detective, Jolina was also very nervous. If it were an ordinary criminal, the beautiful detective would not be so nervous, but the other party was obviously not an ordinary person. The various bizarre abilities of the transcendent made Jolina very wary.

At this moment, Jolina had already gotten up and left her seat. She stood at the door of the private room, occasionally peeking discreetly at the red velvet curtain hanging at the door, and cautiously looking out into the corridor to see if anyone was approaching the room.

The wonderful performance on stage continued, and thunderous applause rang out from time to time in the horseshoe-shaped auditorium. The set had not collapsed, and the huge crystal chandelier had not fallen off.

The unexpected situation Anastasia feared did not occur.

Perhaps she was overthinking it; the unfamiliar waiter was just a theater employee, hired by the theater to keep things quiet.

It's also possible that the attackers didn't want to do it in public. There were thousands of people in attendance tonight, and any small mishap could have had a huge and negative impact.

Time continues to flow slowly, and the torment is always long. Perhaps only a minute has passed, but it feels like an eternity.

As the performance on stage drew to a close, the audience in the horseshoe-shaped auditorium did not leave early, and the curved corridor of the box area was also silent, as if the red carpet on the floor had absorbed all the sounds.

As the performance was about to end, Mike and Jolina remained tense, knowing full well that they couldn't let their guard down, especially at times like these.

Even after the performance ends and the audience leaves, they must remain on edge to prevent any potential accidents.

There are thousands of audience members present tonight. Even if these thousands of people leave in an orderly manner, chaos is inevitable. Everyone is an independent individual, and it is difficult to achieve complete unity.

There is a possibility of chaos, even a small disturbance, which could lead to an accident. And if an accident occurs, it means that danger may befall Mike, adding another chapter to the rumors of the Vanessa Theater being haunted.

Standing at the door of the private room, Jolina no longer merely observed the corridor outside from a hidden position. She put her right hand inside her clothes and gripped the pistol handle. It was a revolver with a shortened barrel and a magazine capacity of only five rounds.

This revolver with a shortened barrel is commonly known as the "sheriff's handgun" and is the standard-issue handgun for female law enforcement officers, allowing them to conceal their defensive weapons just like their male counterparts.

Mike, his eyes never idle, also put his right hand inside his pocket. He had made a point of carrying that exquisite, almost artistic-looking pistol with him before leaving home that evening. Even if it couldn't harm the enemy, it could at least injure himself, preventing himself from falling into enemy hands.

Mike Montagu asked himself if he could withstand the torture Le Bon Dupont endured; he had been pampered since childhood and couldn't bear that kind of hardship.

The group consisted of three people, all of whom carried revolvers in case of any potential danger.

Anastasia and Mike's revolvers are standard size, while Jolina's revolver is a shortened special version, more suited for self-defense.

Just as childhood sweethearts Mike and Jolene gripped the pistol handle at the same time, the performance on stage ended, and the actors who had delivered a wonderful performance took their bows, causing thunderous applause to erupt once again in the horseshoe-shaped auditorium.

Amid thunderous applause, the actors on stage gave their final performance. The applause and cheers from the audience seemed to lift the ceiling of the theater, and the walls covered with murals and reliefs appeared to tremble with the applause.

When the huge curtain on the stage fell, the second half of the performance, which had been incredibly agonizing for Mike and Jolene, finally came to an end.

People began to leave the horseshoe-shaped auditorium in an orderly manner. The spacious auditorium was bustling with people, and the buzzing of conversation filled the air as they discussed the performance they had just witnessed.

Footsteps and voices echoed along the curved corridor of the private box area. Guests in the boxes were leaving, but they didn't rush to go. Just like during intermission, they gathered in small groups to chat about the performance and business.

"Let's go, be careful."

As she spoke, Anastasia stood up, blocked Jolina at the door of the private room, and walked out first.

As soon as she stepped out of the private room, a pair of eyes immediately fell on her. Anastasia pretended that she hadn't noticed anything and secretly looked back.

The gaze that was cast was that of the unfamiliar waiter from before. He was standing not far from the private room, and although he only glanced at it, Anastasia still caught him red-handed.

"Sir/Madam, please watch your step."

Anastasia stood in the doorway, lifting the red velvet curtain with one hand, gesturing for Mike and Jolene to go first.

Mike and Jolina, who hadn't even left the private room yet, felt a chill in their hearts. Anastasia never addressed them as "Mr." or "Ms.", and this unusual way of addressing them was clearly a reminder.

Mike and Jolena didn't ask any questions. They walked out of the private room one after the other and walked side by side down the red carpeted corridor.

At this moment, Jolina's right hand and the shortened pistol were both in her coat pocket, allowing her to draw the pistol and fire in the shortest possible time.

Mike, however, did not do that. He acted normally, as if he was completely unaware of the lurking danger, and strode through the corridor, quickly reaching the stairwell.

Anastasia lagged slightly behind the two, looking just like a servant following her master, without overstepping any boundaries.

At this moment, the unfamiliar waiter quietly followed, holding a tray in his hand in a very professional manner.

Not only the first waiter, but two more waiters appeared on the stairs leading downstairs. However, these two did not block Anastasia and her two companions' path. Instead, they respectfully stepped aside.

It wasn't until Anastasia passed by them that the two newly appeared waiters started moving again. The two went up the stairs one after another, entered the private room area, and then turned back and walked back up the stairs, hanging at a distance behind Anastasia and the other two.

Judging from the surface, the three waiters probably didn't intend to make a move inside the theater. They likely wanted to wait until the three men left the theater and were away from the crowd before taking action.

Anastasia was suspicious. She felt that these three people weren't after Mike, but rather after her, the private investigator.