Clues to Knowledge!

One glance was enough for Xia Lun to confirm that the newcomer was Miss Rabbit.

His Intelligence had reached 22 points. He could now fairly claim to have a photographic memory, and while observing the Sesame, he had memorized the rabbit-headed figure's height, build, and even the length of her stride.

Apart from her pointed green leather shoes, every detail matched the terrifying rabbit-headed figure who had destroyed the Sesame and torn a helicopter apart with her bare hands.

Though Xia Lun had recognized her, he gave no outward sign. He lowered his gaze slightly and quietly looked away.

In the real world, Xia Lun followed a rule of avoiding trouble whenever possible. After all, even a Secret Art Scholar with Knowledge like the Chief of Security could die without warning. In a place resembling a dark forest, caution came first.

The tall Miss Rabbit wore a clown mask. She lowered her head and scanned the room, seemingly searching for something. A moment later, she walked toward Xia Lun without a word!

Xia Lun raised an eyebrow and brought his right hand before his chest, ready to manifest his Short Sword at any moment.

He had no intention of starting trouble in the real world, but he would not cower when trouble found him. If this Miss Rabbit wanted a fight, he would hit back hard.

"Tap, tap."

Her pointed green leather shoes struck the floor with a monotonous rhythm. As the distance between them narrowed, the faint smell of chlorine around her grew stronger.

But Miss Rabbit did not stop in front of Xia Lun. She passed the Cripple and the burly man on his left, then sat alone in the northwest corner of the conference room.

Gone was the ferocity with which she had torn apart the helicopter.