"Nothing worth looking at."
He Ao wanted to dodge, but abruptly discovered that he was gradually losing control of his body.
An intense, scorching heat spread across his skin and through his veins, making him involuntarily want to turn around, embrace the soft body behind him, pin her against the wall, and violate her.
He Ao furrowed his brow, forcing his body not to move. Caught in a struggle between mind and flesh, his entire body became rigid and unable to move.
"Why suppress your desires?"
The Red Skirt Woman placed a hand on He Ao's neck. Like a dancer gripping a pole onstage, she gave a light spin and moved in front of him. Then she lay against his chest like a kitten, pressing her ear to the left side of his chest. "Listen. Your body is yearning for it."
Her voice was soft and gentle. Though she was speaking in front of him, He Ao felt as if her voice were ringing beside his ear, deep within his heart.
Seductive fantasies flooded into He Ao's mind with that voice, stirring his desires and battering his mind.
He Ao felt his body temperature rise by one or two degrees.
His entire body was gradually becoming sensitive, like a suppressed volcano churning with tides ready to erupt at any moment.
He Ao barely managed to suppress the surging desire when a faint chill suddenly fell upon him. It came from the touch of the Red Skirt Woman's fingertips.
That subtle stimulation made He Ao's body tremble again. At this rate, sooner or later, he would lose control of himself.
He did not know what consequences indulging his desires would bring, but from the Red Skirt Woman's perspective, it was unlikely to be anything good.
The woman seemed to sense the change in He Ao's state of mind. Leaning against him, a bewitching smile hung on her lips. "Little brother, everyone dies eventually. Most people die in endless pain. They are unwilling, lost, and confused. Rather than waiting for such a sorrowful future, why not choose a way to die that makes you happy?"
Dying from pleasure was still a way to die, huh...
But He Ao did not want to die yet. At least not before the mission was complete.
"Are you a believer of the Desire Witch?" He Ao suppressed the restlessness in his body and looked down at the woman's alluring face. "Is guiding indulgence one of your rituals? Can you gain something from the ritual? Or does it please your god?"
"What a clever child. The Witch likes clever children." The woman blinked at He Ao's face. "I hope you enjoy this final pleasure."
"Wait!" He Ao suddenly stopped her, quickly asking, "You're the Desire Witch believer who killed Mu Xiu's family, aren't you?"
He Ao's question stunned the woman. She paused, released him, and stepped back two paces, looking at him with interest. "What do you know?"
He guessed right!
At first, He Ao had not suspected the woman at all. He had always thought the Desire Witch's believers had acted as a group, and that Mu Xiu had been pursuing those believers. He had assumed this woman was merely an ordinary believer.
The fact that Mu Xiu had been able to grab this woman directly also indirectly proved that point.
But clearly, his earlier prediction had been off by just a tiny little bit.
The woman had easily broken free of the Electromagnetic Handcuffs and controlled him, proving that she was far stronger than he was, perhaps even comparable to Mu Xiu.
So she was not an ordinary believer, and Mu Xiu would not have been able to restrain her so easily. She had been concealing her strength all along.
That meant Mu Xiu's first reaction upon seeing Selina had not been to fight, but to flee, because he feared falling into this woman's trap and being attacked from both sides.
Together with the trail Mu Xiu had been following, the answer was obvious.
The woman before him was the murderer who had killed all of Mu Xiu's relatives. Ever since Mu Xiu had received the God of Chaos's blessing, he had been pursuing this woman. He had not been pursuing believers of the Desire Witch, but his own enemy.
Once this clue was connected, many questions that had once made no sense were easily resolved.
"You deliberately drew my attention? Letting me put the tracker on you? That way, you could make Mu Xiu and the Federal Bureau of Investigation clash, while also using Mu Xiu to draw the attention of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Dawn City Police Department?"
He Ao stared at the woman before him and spoke word by word. "What a scheme—using tigers to devour wolves, luring the tiger away from the mountain, killing two birds with one stone. Do you have other plans? What are you trying to do?"
"Mm, I take back what I said before." The woman slowly pinched the hem of her skirt and removed the tracker He Ao had attached to her. With a bang--, she crushed it outright. "You're even smarter than I imagined. Unfortunately, you realized it too late. By the time chaos appears, the ritual has already begun."
"Is that so?" He Ao considered it for a moment. He did not refute her, instead asking, "You want to repeat the Evil God Descent ritual that Twilight City experienced years ago in Dawn City? Let me think. You'll most likely choose a place that is the most conspicuous, yet easiest to overlook—Crown Casino? Now all of Dawn City's attention is on Mu Xiu. When the spotlight shifts away, the place it once illuminated becomes a blind spot beneath the light."
"What a clever child." The woman slowly raised He Ao's gun-holding hand, twisted the muzzle toward his forehead, and placed her finger on the trigger. "It seems we won't be spending a lovely night together."
"One last question." He Ao's expression remained calm. "Did you go to Kaya City five years ago?"
"Yes!"
The woman tilted her head, revealing a gentle, seductive smile, then slowly pulled the trigger.
He Ao looked into her eyes.
Now!
Supermemory, Explode!
An alley outside Crown Casino.
"Boss, weren't you supposed to be cleaning house in Aston District?"
The man dressed as a waiter looked at Viktor standing before him in terror.
"That's right!"
Viktor shrugged, raised his gun, and fired a shot at the waiter's head.
Yet the waiter anticipated Viktor's attack and violently dodged the shot.
A hand slowly extended from beneath the streetlamp, appearing directly in front of the waiter. It seized the waiter's throat and snapped his neck.
Smith, his face grim, tossed the waiter's corpse aside. The field agents behind him swiftly moved to destroy the Ritual Array that had already been set up. He glanced at Viktor.
"You seem to be in a hurry?"
Viktor lit a cigar and put it between his lips.
"The Dancer isn't here."
Smith's voice was low.
His wristband suddenly vibrated.
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