"Put down the gun. That thing is useless against me. If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even have the chance to fire," Chen said.
Yet Vermouth did not lower her gun. Holding it gave her at least a shred of security.
"I'll warn you again: if you dare move even once more, I really will shoot," Vermouth said coldly.
If she had been confident, she would have fired long ago. Vermouth was not someone who hesitated. Although Chen's handsome face had made her lose herself for a moment, that did not mean she would show him mercy because of it.
"Miss Vermouth, I really don't think it's good for you to stand there talking to thin air," Chen said blandly.
Vermouth's pupils dilated. Chen, who had been standing before her, vanished like an illusion.
"How did you suddenly appear behind me?" Vermouth could not help asking.
"Actually, I've been here all along." Chen leaned against the wall of the alley and said indifferently, "The instant you came in, you fell under an illusion technique."
Vermouth aimed her gun at Chen again, undisguised horror on her face.
"Did you use hallucinogens on me?"
"You're still pointing a gun at me? Can you guarantee that the me you're seeing right now isn't another illusion? As for hallucinogens, I wouldn't lower myself to using something like that."
"What kind of method is this?" Vermouth asked. She had never heard of ninjas possessing such an ability.
"That isn't important. Don't you want to know how I intend to deal with you?" Chen walked toward her step by step and took the gun from her hand.
It was not that Vermouth did not want to fire. An invisible force had rendered her body unable to move.
"If you dare touch me, the Organization