Vance and Micah had turned the place upside down but found no trace of anyone.
Noah had dropped dead as if life had abruptly come to an end.
"Karen, have you ever seen anything like this?" Vance inquired.
Karen shook her head. "It's not poison, not a concealed weapon, not a heart attack... I've never heard of such a death!"
"What in the world is going on?" Micah was equally baffled.
Just then, Karen received a call from Vivienne.
"Mom, F-Poison escaped!"
An hour earlier, Vivienne had led a team from the Nine Mystics Society to F-Poison's hideout, sprinkling the area with a potent toxin to make sure not even a fly could escape.
But when they surrounded F-Poison's lair, they found it empty.
Aside from a collection of masks and a variety of clothing and bags, there was no clue about F-Poison's whereabouts.
Unlike before, F-Poison had left in such a hurry that she had not even had time to cover her tracks properly.
It was like when Vivienne had tracked down a new bomb prototype, and GTO had hurriedly left a model behind.
Vivienne took a deep breath. "Someone tipped her off!"
...
At the border town between Sea City and Rivenwood, F-Poison, dressed in a pure white dress and wearing Gillian's face with delicate makeup, strolled along a flowery path.
A man in a sleek suit followed her, his expression solemn.
"Thanks for saving me this time," F-Poison said, turning around with a bright smile, like a girl in love, innocent and endearing.
The man remained unmoved, his eyes even flashing with disdain.
"You were foolish!"
F-Poison did not panic in the face of the man's anger. She casually picked a flower, sniffed it, and then tucked it into her hair. "Don't worry, Noah won't spill anything. If I want them dead, they won't live. Otherwise, why do you think I'd let them operate alone? By the way, I owe it all to you, or I wouldn’t have been able to develop such an effective thing."
"This is our family's secret technique. If you're interested, after you develop what I want, I might let you have a taste."
F-Poison waved her hand dismissively. "No thanks, I'm not interested in your ancient warrior lineage stuff."
Changing the subject, F-Poison asked, "Does this flower look good on me?"
The man halted, seemingly irritated with F-Poison's girlish antics.
"Be careful from now on. I won't be in touch with you for a long time."
With that, he turned and walked away, his retreating figure casting a dark shadow.
F-Poison pouted, took the flower from her hair, crushed it in her hand, and muttered, "Other than being so unromantic, he’s much better compared to others. After all, he understands me more than anyone. It's a pity; it will be a long time before I see him again."
She threw the crushed flower on the ground and stamped it into the dirt.
After F-Poison's disappearance, the Vanguard Agency underwent a massive shake-up.
No one could have predicted that Noah, long revered as a hero of the Vanguard Agency, was actually a mole for GTO!
This revelation sent shock waves through the upper ranks of the Vanguard Agency and the ancient warrior lineage, leading to a thorough purge.
Those who had been close to Noah were scrutinized one by one to ensure they had no ties to GTO before being released.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Million-Dollar Heart