At Gotham's Royal Hotel, after the second call failed to connect, Talia immediately hung up, packed her things, and left.
Now they were in the open while Miao Mu and his people lurked in the shadows. Those guys were like hidden venomous snakes, ready to strike them at any moment.
Talia had just come downstairs when she sensed the possibility of being watched. Her gaze swept over the people around her, but she could see nothing unusual.
But perhaps it wasn't a person...
Talia turned her eyes toward the inconspicuous corners. Palm-sized rats carrying cameras could go anywhere and hide better than anything else.
"Hello." Talia reached out and stopped a waiter.
"Could you bring my car around?" Talia took out a Porsche sports car key and waved it before him. Then she removed her glasses and gave him a playful wink.
The waiter's face instantly flushed red. He hurriedly bowed. "It would be my pleasure to serve you!"
"Go on."
Talia smiled sweetly. The way she looked at him, like she was looking at a young lover, made his heart race. He hurriedly composed himself and jogged all the way toward the parking lot.
Once the waiter had left, Talia's expression immediately turned cold. That feeling of being watched had not disappeared.
She hated this feeling of unease, and she regretted even more not killing Miao Mu last night.
Because she felt that she would never have another opportunity like that. A woman's sixth sense was very accurate.
But at this moment, Talia did not want that premonition to be accurate at all. Was the Assassin League's plan going to fail?
At the hotel entrance, a silver Porsche sports car slowly drove over, its streamlined body gleaming with noble liquid silver.
From a distance, the car looked like a