After splitting up with Dracon, Diana once again sought out the enigmatic F-Poison. This time, the rendezvous was in a downtown apartment, a far cry from the labyrinthine alleys of their last meeting.
“That’s all Flynn said, nothing else,” Diana grumbled reluctantly. “When are you going to deal with Vivienne? If she doesn't bite the dust soon, our partnership is over!”
F-Poison replied nonchalantly, “Ms. Perez, who exactly are you losing your temper with?”
Diana clamped her mouth shut, though the annoyance simmering within her refused to subside, making her incredibly uncomfortable.
Suddenly, F-Poison’s eyes narrowed, her gaze turning icy. She lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, grasping Diana’s throat, “You brought a tail with you?”
“A tail? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Diana gasped for air, her eyes wide with terror.
F-Poison squinted and tapped her earpiece, “Quincy, take them out. No mercy.”
“Roger that!” Quincy’s resounding reply came through the earpiece.
With her orders in hand, Quincy checked her phone for the location sent to her.
Following the directions, she soon spotted Willa attempting to slip away.
Given she was young, Quincy perfectly played the part of an innocent child as she brushed past Willa.
But in her hand was a poison deadly enough to end Willa right on the spot.
Expressionless, Willa crossed paths with the child opposite her, but having grown up in the notorious Perez family, she was no stranger to danger.
As Quincy brushed by her, Willa’s right hand snapped out like a blade, targeting Quincy in a swift motion.
Quincy had not released her poison yet. To save her own skin, she had to change course!
However, the moment she saw Willa’s face, her counterattack hesitated.
Willa sensed the girl’s restraint and realized she did not strike a lethal blow.
“Who are you?” Willa demanded.
Quincy whispered with a lowered voice, “Play dead, now!”
Willa’s brow furrowed as countless thoughts raced through her mind.
She was uncertain whether to trust the girl before her, but she could sense the absence of murderous intent.
Since she had been spotted, playing dead seemed the best move to avoid drawing more assassins. Plus, she had Sasha’s antidote to any poison this child could wield.
So, Willa complied with Quincy’s request.
Feigning a strike at Quincy, she pretended to collapse after Quincy coughed up blood.
Quincy took the hit, feigning injury to avoid suspicion.
After Willa collapsed, Quincy connected to her earpiece to report, “Boss, the target is down,” and snapped a photo of the unconscious Willa with the ring that doubled as a hidden camera.
F-Poison cut the connection after confirming the hit, oblivious to Diana's shock at recognizing Willa in the photo.
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