A few hours later.
In a dark room behind the underground bar.
Domino sat on an old metal folding stool, looking somewhat uneasy. She could feel Fang Mo sizing her up from head to toe, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
Under normal circumstances, Domino knew she was incredibly lucky.
She did not know whether it counted as a Mutant Ability, but her sixth sense truly seemed to feel a powerful kind of favoritism. Sometimes, she only needed to follow her instincts to avoid every risk and make the right choice, as if the entire world itself favored her.
But before this strange man.
Domino found that her usually infallible ability had failed.
And it was not just now. Back when she had been drinking in the bar, an extremely bad feeling had already risen in her heart.
It was as though her sixth sense had been blaring madly. Domino did not know what was happening; she had never encountered anything like this before. Her eyelids twitched wildly, her blood raced, and it felt as though some terrible disaster was about to strike this bar. Even her subconscious had been urging her to leave as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, just as Domino had been preparing to leave.
This man had arrived...
The instant she saw him, Domino felt as though needles had pierced her scalp. She sensed something indescribable from him.
Like malice.
Or perhaps something else.
Vaguely, Domino could sense a warped feeling of separation.
Whether it was the world's favor or harm inflicted upon her, it was as if none of it could affect him in the slightest.
It was not as though she had not tried to run. But the facts were obvious: his methods were simply too absurd. The luck surrounding her had done its