Taking Her in

"Impossible!"

He cried out, "That's your real strength? Then why did you run before?"

In his heart, Cigar Man cursed the intelligence gatherers a thousand times over! Such terrifying abilities, such a glaring oversight—they were practically going to get their whole office killed!

At this level, she was probably no longer an A Class wanted criminal. They would need to bring in a higher-level agency, with all the far-reaching consequences that entailed, to even attempt to take her down.

"I was just playing with you. Is that a problem?"

Vixen smiled with breathtaking beauty. No one noticed the bandages beneath her trench coat were still seeping blood. "This was just a lesson. Remember not to provoke me again. Now get lost!"

She raised her brows. Cigar Man hesitated for a moment, then actually turned and left.

He had no choice. With Vixen's abilities, she could wipe them all out here without breaking a sweat. This was far beyond his pay grade.

Cigar Man had already decided that as soon as he got back, he would report this to his superiors. Those perfunctory investigators would be severely disciplined, and Vixen's threat level would be raised by two more tiers!

As soon as he left, his men followed. Before long, the entire factory had fallen silent.

"Come out. I still have to thank you for saving me!"

Vixen's face turned deathly pale. She could barely stay on her feet and sank halfway to the ground, gasping for breath.

Just moments ago, when she had thought she was out of options, a voice had suddenly spoken in her ear, claiming it could help her.

If she hadn't gritted her teeth and taken the chance, she would probably be a prisoner by now.

Still, she was even more wary of this unknown presence.

"Are