The Police Are at Their Wits' End!

"It looks like she's alone. I wonder how those useless idiots outside were taken care of. Kill her! Open fire!" Matsuda Jiro shouted.

More than a dozen guns fired at once. With nothing to hide behind, even Gin would have died in this situation. At the very least, it would take a master like Yan Shuangying to come through unscathed—and even then, these people might not be enough for him to kill.

Of course, that was referring to ordinary people. Yan Shuangying could be considered an ordinary person for the time being!

But Vermouth was no ordinary person now. Though she did not have a Sharingan, the bullets appeared to move in slow motion in her eyes.

Chakra gathered beneath her feet, and she instantly vanished from where she stood. The blade in her hand swung continuously, spraying blood across the floor, tables, and walls.

Everyone in the conference room died, including Matsuda Jiro, the ringleader. Vermouth had no interest in wasting words, so she killed them cleanly and efficiently.

The blood of more than a dozen people flowed across the floor, turning the scene into a river of blood. Vermouth merely gave it a cold glance before preparing to leave.

"My, you killed them far too quickly! That guy must have been rich, right? If you didn't extort some money from him, how could you live up to how rich he was?" Chen said regretfully.

"...I'm not short of money. Besides, someone's supporting me!" Vermouth said coquettishly.

"Sorry, I can't afford to support you. Looks like I'll have to sell my body to make money and keep you from now on." Chen raised his head toward the ceiling, putting on a helpless expression.

Vermouth rolled her eyes at him.

Tap, tap, tap!

Dense, hurried footsteps approached.

"The underlings are