Watching Illumi, disguised as George, walk away arm in arm with someone else, A Luo seethed as she mulled something over.
If I kill this old man beside me, does that count as Illumi completing his mission or not?
If it doesn't count...
The guy would still be dead.
But if it does count...
Illumi wouldn't be the one who killed him.
Perhaps Illumi had sensed A Luo's murderous intent from afar, because he shot her a look through the crowd, warning her not to act rashly yet.
A Luo: "..."
Feeling the disgusting gaze of the man beside her, A Luo glared viciously at Illumi.
You'd better hurry the hell up. If I can't take it anymore and kill him, don't you dare blame me!
Illumi gave A Luo a look telling her to be patient.
A Luo: "..."
Forget it. Whatever.
If this old pervert actually tries to get handsy with me, I'll just kill him.
But then something happened that A Luo hadn't expected.
Before long, just before the old man tried to take her to a secluded lounge at the banquet, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.
The banquet immediately erupted into chaos. Staff came forward to see what had happened, and a doctor accompanying one of the guests came over to examine the fallen man.
Who knew where Illumi had ditched his female companion. While everyone's attention was focused on the man on the floor, he came over, took A Luo by the hand, and discreetly led her out of the banquet.
Once they were far from the place, with its pervasive smell of alcohol and decadent music, Illumi removed his disguise. His waist-length black hair hung loose down his back, and he was still wearing the same tailcoat. Walking through the bustling crowd,