While the diligent spirit medium silently pondered over harvesting killing intent.
Opposite him, Curacao dodged a blow and stared at the leopard that had appeared out of nowhere, her head full of question marks.
"Where did a leopard in the city come from??" Curacao kept a wary stare on it as a rapid string of thoughts flashed through her mind. "Did something happen at some zoo? Or did someone nearby deliberately bring one over to stage a wild-animal murder?"
As she thought, Curacao reached for her gun. But the moment she patted her pocket, she remembered—she had just run into Uzo yesterday, and to avoid a police search that could come at any time, she did not dare carry a real gun on her at all. Instead, she had switched to a tranquilizer gun, which was easier to deal with.
That kind of gun worked fine against humans, but against a leopard wrapped in fur...
In the end, where exactly did this leopard come from? Curacao thought. Is Uzo plotting against me again?... Wait, speaking of Uzo, why is the leopard rubbing its chin? Why does that gesture look so...
As her thoughts were in chaos, the black panther opposite her suddenly seemed to notice something and turned its head to look at the shop behind her.
Curacao did not think. She kicked off hard, shattering the floor tiles as she flew sideways. Almost at the same time, there was a boom! An explosion erupted, and the display window of the shop beside her was smashed apart by the blast wave, scorching streams of fire gushing out.
Curacao rolled onto the ground and steadied herself again. Looking at the sudden explosion, her eyes briefly showed bewilderment.
Based on her experience, when the enemy opposite her suddenly looked behind her, either