Trap

The spinning triangular halo pressed down.

Quill's fragile body was like paper fed into a shredder, utterly defenseless, directly torn into countless light fragments. His flesh and blood seemed to be assimilated and returned to its most fundamental energy, originating from truth, vanishing into truth.

His puppet exploded at the same time, scattering into nothingness.

Quill was finally dead.

Chris and the girl's revenge was also served.

But Sean couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of revenge, his mind filled with Quill's last words, "Your Miss Flame Crow." His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition shot straight to his head.

During the previous Dawn Meeting, Adeph and others had mentioned the "Vice Dean" several times.

They planned to make a move on the hospital while he was away, which showed that this "Vice Dean" was a difficult enemy to deal with.

There were Wizards among the witch hunters. Quill, as a doctor, was a Wizard. The Vice Dean was likely also a Wizard, and probably a high-level one at that. Elvily and the others should know this information, but the problem was, if Quill could use a puppet to fool him and Kate, could the Vice Dean also use a puppet to fool the people monitoring the Dawn Meeting?

They thought the Vice Dean had left the hospital, even seeing him get into a car with their own eyes. But in reality, it was just a puppet that left, and the real Vice Dean had been waiting for them at the hospital all along?

Thinking deeper, it wasn't surprising that when Elvily transformed into the Vice Dean's appearance to help him escape the hospital, Quill didn't say a word, not even asking why. Now it seemed, Quill had likely known all along that the person was Elvily.

They were planning to sneak attack the hospital, and the hospital was planning to be sneak attacked by them, using this opportunity to capture Elvily and the others in one fell swoop.

This was a trap!

"Damn it!"

Sean, realizing what was happening, felt that something big had gone wrong. He didn't even bother to tidy his disheveled appearance and rushed out of the room. The old door, already aged and worn, was heavily slammed against the outer wall when he crashed into it, immediately retiring and falling to the ground with a "bang."

Downstairs.

A taxi was waiting outside the hotel.

The driver was listening to music with headphones on.

It hadn't been half an hour yet, but he was already thinking about how to find a reason to charge Sean extra.

It was hard to get a taxi at this hour, and it was in the suburbs. If Sean didn't want to walk, it would be difficult for him to find another taxi.

Besides, that man looked fair-skinned and refined, easy to bully. He wasn't afraid of Sean getting angry.

Until he felt someone pull open the back door and get in, the car jolted slightly.

"Hey man, look at how dark it is, the roads in the suburbs are pretty tough, how about you...!!!" The driver took off his headphones, speaking as he glanced at the rearview mirror, preparing to hint to Sean to pay more according to the script he had just thought of. But when he saw Sean's murderous eyes and blood-covered appearance in the mirror, he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening in terror: "You, you you you... you killed someone??"

Was he picking up a murderer?

So Sean had asked him to wait downstairs, saying he would still be walking in a while, to quickly escape the scene after taking care of his target??

At this moment, the entire event formed a perfect beginning, development, turn, and conclusion from the driver's perspective, and at the same time, he understood a truth – you can't judge a book by its cover.

Sean's terrifying, bloodthirsty appearance at this moment formed an extremely strong contrast with his previous gentle and refined demeanor, causing him to instinctively clench his legs, his heels feeling a bit weak, and his heart plummeted from the heaven of extra money to the abyss of death. He thought, it's over, I've seen his face...

Sean, however, had already caught the greedy scent from the driver's half-finished sentence and naturally wasn't in a good mood. He stared unpleasantly at the rearview mirror and asked, "What were you just about to say?"

"The roads in the suburbs are tough, so?"

"So I'll definitely drive carefully and safely to your destination!" the driver said, closing his eyes tightly.

"How much?" Sean asked again.

The driver quickly replied, "No, no charge, it's my honor to have a customer like you!"

"Oh, then let's go, to Holkodo," Sean said calmly.

"Okay... huh?"

Holkodo?

He hadn't said it was that far at first.

He subconsciously opened his eyes to look at Sean, wanting to ask if he had misspoken.

Sean: "What? Do you have a problem?"

He quickly closed his eyes again: "No, no! Wherever you say we go, we go!"

This time, Sean didn't need to urge him. He yanked the rearview mirror off the car, indicating that he didn't know there was someone in the back seat, then twisted the key and floored the accelerator, speeding away from the "crime scene."

Whether he would report it later if he wasn't silenced was another matter. Right now, he absolutely couldn't be caught by the police, otherwise, he would directly become Sean's hostage, which would truly be a near-death situation...

The driver drove with all his might, his speed even reaching 120 km/h at one point, but Sean still wasn't satisfied.

"Faster."

"This is the city, bro..."

A speed of 120 km/h was already double the speed limit.

Sean didn't care about that, not even allowing him to stop at red lights: "Just go faster when I tell you to!"

The driver was on the verge of tears: "Don't rush, man, going too fast will attract police attention."

Sean said impatiently, "Why so much nonsense? Do as I say if you don't want to die!"

Hearing the word "die," the driver immediately became obedient.

In this country, violence was often more effective.

Sean didn't actually want to rush, he wasn't an impatient person by nature, but Elvily was very important to him. Not only had the girl saved him once, but she was also his sister-in-law. How could he not be anxious?

The car's speed reached nearly 200 km/h, and the body began to feel a bit unstable. This was already the taxi's limit; any faster and it would truly take flight. Sean didn't push the driver any further. Instead, he took out his phone and called Kate.

At that moment, Kate had just boarded the plane and was about to take off. The plane had already started its takeoff engines. When he heard that Floris Hospital was a trap and that Elvily and the others might be in danger, he suddenly stood up, his seatbelt snapping from the force of his movement.

The surrounding passengers were dumbfounded.

What kind of monstrous strength was this?

Or was the seatbelt just poor quality?

A flight attendant walked over and politely advised, "Sir, we're about to take off. Please turn off your phone."

Kate replied, "No, you please turn off the plane."

Flight attendant: "?"

A few minutes later.

Kate emerged from the airport and rushed towards a taxi parked by the roadside.

He wasn't as gentle as Sean.

The driver thought he had a fare, but Kate directly approached the driver's side, yanked open the door, dragged him out, left a stack of cash, and then started the car, flooring the accelerator as he sped away, leaving behind a bewildered driver and a long plume of exhaust.

Time was of the essence.

The only good news was that the roads outside the city center weren't too congested.

Two taxis, from different locations in Old Sigel City, were speeding towards Holkodo.