Seventh Street.
In a stretch of suburban woodland near the port, Baccarat's face was somewhat pale, her emerald-green eyes filled with anger and gritted-teeth frustration.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Bullets streaked in from behind, flashing through the night sky like sparks that vanished in an instant.
Several thousand men in black suits came chasing after her. Just looking at the scene was enough to make anyone nervous.
"Representative Lord, please come back with us!"
The few leaders pursuing her weren't pressing too hard. One stray bullet had almost hit Baccarat, giving them all a fright. Anyone with eyes could see that the woman fleeing ahead was the eighth Representative personally chosen by the Great Emperor.
If she got hurt, they'd not only be in for a hard time later, they might even lose their lives.
A Representative of the Richest Group stood just below one person and above countless others, on equal footing with Queen of Joy and Dancing Queen, the women who managed them. If this woman really became the eighth Representative, ordering them to die would be a mere matter of saying the word.
So despite the several thousand people chasing Baccarat, none of them dared actually hurt her.
They had it rough.
"Keep your damn eyes open! Who told you to shoot?!"
"She's the future eighth Representative Lord!"
Curses rang out through the crowd. Several junior leaders laid into their men, their hearts pounding with fear.
"Surround her! Surround her! Put away your weapons and block her path with your bodies!"
"Yes, sir!"
Baccarat's expression was complicated as she looked at the men in suits closing in from every direction. They put away their weapons and didn't fight back even when she attacked; they were only trying to limit her movements.
"Get out of my way!"
Baccarat lashed