After Danitz entered the bar, Lorne did not immediately follow him.
He remained in the shadows at a distant street corner, quietly watching.
"Listen..."
Soon, Lorne sensed something.
A faint, probing gaze was watching the tavern from somewhere nearby.
An ambush!
Lorne's heart instantly leaped into his throat.
That person is strong. At least... on par with me.
They probably haven't discovered my identity yet. I can't act rashly.
Lorne stayed put. In a sense, he and the watcher concealed in the darkness had entered a subtle standoff from a distance.
But just then-
Boom!
A muffled explosion suddenly came from the direction of the bar!
Immediately afterward, a small tongue of orange-red flame burst through the side door, only to die out swiftly, as though something had forcibly extinguished it.
Not good!
Lorne's pupils abruptly contracted. He immediately realized he had been fooled!
That was just a decoy. The real attack happened inside the bar!
Sure enough, moments after the explosion, he clearly sensed that the probing gaze fixed on the bar had vanished.
Lorne immediately took the black Silence ring from his pocket and slipped it onto his finger. A cold, absolute rationality instantly flooded his mind.
He cautiously made his way into the alley beside the bar.
A conspicuous scorch mark remained on the ground. A faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, along with the slightest trace of blood.
The premonition of calamity has grown very faint. The enemy should already be gone.
Lorne activated Spirit Vision and surveyed his surroundings.
Then he took a coin from his pocket and tossed it high into the air.
"Danitz was ambushed."
The coin tumbled through the air before landing heads-up in his palm.
"Just as I thought..."
Lorne looked at the result and murmured to himself.
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