Double Success

"No, no, this isn't real, my finger hasn't pressed it yet!" The Magician crawled to where the glass case had been, now occupied by steel that had fallen from above. He reached for the pool of blood. "Kate, tell me, you're still hiding underground, aren't you?"

"Stop deceiving yourself. Although I am very sorry for her death, I still have to tell you that I did not sense any signs of life from her."

A cold voice came from the doorway.

"Ah, it's all your fault!" The Magician roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he glared at the person who had blasted the door open. "No matter who you are, I'll make sure you get what you deserve!"

The man standing in front of me was soaking wet, his exposed skin a pale white from not seeing the sun for a long time. He had thick, seaweed-like black hair, and what was striking was that he wore an old-fashioned diving helmet that covered the left half of his face, containing both his mouth and nose.

"I had no intention of killing anyone else. After all, you were once my kind, my precious guests. If anyone dies, it's just their bad luck."

"Haha, you unlucky killer, you really dare to say that!" The Magician staggered to his feet, leaning against the steel railing. He glanced at his hand, now stained crimson with blood, and roared as he swung his fist at the soaking wet man opposite him, "Die!"

"A foolish attack."

Neither the Magician nor the stunned guests saw how the man attacked; they only saw a blur appear behind him, and a moment later, the Magician was sent flying backward, spitting out blood!

Anger won't make you stronger; it will only make you uglier.

The man ignored the Magician who had been knocked away, walked step by step to the center of the stage, turned his head, and looked around at the audience in front of him.

One audience member mustered up the courage to stand up and ask, "Who are you? Is this part of the performance?"

"Performance? Heh, what a nostalgic word. But I've always been a behind-the-scenes worker." The man muttered to himself, uttering a statement that left everyone bewildered. He then looked coldly at the person who had asked the question. "Don't worry, I'm just looking for someone. You all stay seated and don't move or speak. I can guarantee you'll be safe. But if anyone dares to ask a question like you did..."

Another blurry afterimage flashed by, and tons of steel were sent flying, crashing directly into the wall and creating a large hole in the wall behind the man!

"Do you understand?" he asked coldly.

The person who had just spoken turned pale instantly, quickly covered his mouth, nodded repeatedly, and slowly sat down.

"Jilan, what do we do?" Nakiri asked in a low voice.

"Do as he says," Jilan replied calmly.

Judging from his style of doing things, this mysterious person whose identity is unknown should not be the kind of person who kills indiscriminately. Even when the Magician attacked him, he did not kill him, but only issued a warning. Even the death of the Magician's assistant could be an unintentional mistake on his part.

However, Jilan could see that he had a kind of indifference to life. Even when his assistant died, he only paused for a moment. It was like a human accidentally running over an ant. He would feel sorry for the ant's death, but he would not feel sorry for it, nor would he think that killing an ant would have any impact on him.

His thinking had a sense of transcendence over humanity, as if he were a different kind of being!

Jilan could only pray that he hadn't come looking for her.

"A rabbit? Has any of you ever seen a rabbit?" he asked.

Hey, a rabbit?

His question caught the audience off guard. He made a powerful entrance, and the audience had already accepted his presence as a villain, so why did he ask about the rabbit?

Wait, don't be fooled by appearances. Does he mean gay?

A thin man with gold-rimmed glasses and buck teeth stood up shakily, his face flushed, and said hesitantly, "Hello, are you talking about me? If it is, I don't mind."

The man paused for a second, then a blur flashed by, and the bespectacled man was instantly sent flying, his head embedding itself in the wall. The audience screamed!

"My patience has its limits. Who's ever seen a rabbit before!" The man's voice carried a hint of impatience.

The afterimage flashed again, this time as he slammed his hand on the ground, causing the floor to shatter instantly, sending fragments of the wooden floor flying everywhere!

This time, Jilan saw the true form of the afterimage: a fish tail, a huge whale tail.

"Who's ever seen a rabbit!"

No one spoke again, covering their mouths and shaking their heads vigorously. No one knew how the next person to speak would be slapped away.

"Since no one is speaking up, I'll find it myself." The man narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the audience seats.

11th floor.

A blonde girl was running barefoot down the hallway, yelling, "Waaaaah! Don't chase me! I'm Little Red Riding Hood!"

Although the girl was screaming, she had a smile on her face that made people uncomfortable.

"Little Red Riding Hood? You thief, don't joke around! Surrender now!" A burly man was hot on the girl's heels.

This burly man was one of the Dark Shadow's men left in the casino to guard Little Red Riding Hood in the room. After a Vibrate upstairs, the ship's communication signal disappeared within minutes. He was worried about Little Red Riding Hood's situation, so he took out his key and inserted it into the door. But just then, the girl who had been gambling in the casino attacked one of her teammates and took the opportunity to slip into the room!

Although he quickly forced the intruder out of the room and locked it, ordering his other teammates to guard the room, he personally came to pursue the intruder.

"Bitch, I'll catch you!" He touched his arm where he had been attacked with the syringe, his eyes red as he charged towards her!

The buzzing sound returned to the walkie-talkie in his ear, Werewolf's calm voice, the one hosting the press conference, came through the earpiece. "Little Red Riding Hood has been stolen."

He stopped abruptly, his face filled with disbelief. "How is that possible? There are no other intruders besides that bitch!"

"That's not necessarily true," the Werewolf continued. "But you don't need to worry about that. Right now, keep a close eye on that girl and make sure you capture her. She's an important hostage."

"Clear!"

He hung up the call, and after letting out an angry roar, his clothes burst open, and his already muscular body suddenly grew half its size, transforming into a Werewolf about three meters tall on the ship!

"Whoa!" This time he held nothing back, and he charged towards the girl in a quadrupedal stance!

The girl glanced back and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, we've really messed things up!"