The wooden door burst open.
Inside the room, a heavily made-up woman was counting supplies.
Rather than a hotel room, it was more like a small armory.
Two single beds had been pushed into the corner.
They were haphazardly piled with opened long gun cases, scattered ammunition belts, and unopened boxes of ammunition.
Hearing footsteps, the woman didn't turn her head, frowning as she said, "Boss, I can't reach Viper and the others, and even Centipede hasn't responded..."
Before she finished speaking, she abruptly stopped, sensing something was wrong.
The footsteps were too light, completely unlike Furious Lion's.
She spun around, instantly freezing, her face drained of color.
Her foxy eyes, usually so skilled at deception, were now filled only with terror.
Because Serie was standing at the doorway, her expression indifferent.
"Neon Shadow sister?! You..." Bewitching Fox's voice turned shrill and distorted, trembling with disbelief, as her body instinctively recoiled, her back hitting the wall with a dull thud.
"You're not dead?!"
Serie said nothing, only taking a step closer to her.
Between her strands of hair, tiny electric arcs began to flicker.
"Wait, no... it's not my fault! Neon Shadow sister! It really isn't my fault!"
Bewitching Fox's survival instinct instantly overrode everything else, and she shrieked incoherently, waving her hands wildly in front of her: "It's... it's the boss, no, it's that bastard Lion! It's them! They forced me to do it!"
"They made the plan! They planted the explosives! I'm just... I'm just a weak woman! I couldn't resist! Neon Shadow sister! You know me, I'm so timid, and I like you so much, how could I dare to harm you!"
Bewitching Fox cried pitifully, tears washing away her eyeliner, leaving streaks of grime on her pale face.
Her body trembled like a withered leaf in a gale, playing the role of a coerced, pitiful victim.
Serie did not speak.
Because she had no impression of this worldly woman in front of her, she merely watched Bewitching Fox's strenuous performance with cold eyes.
To be honest, her current appearance was not half as heart-wrenching as when she activated 'Feigned Pity'.
It wasn't that her acting was bad; it was mainly that her 'hardware' wasn't quite up to par.
She had seen so many witches; this common woman in front of her...
Her level was too low.
Serie scoffed mockingly, then stepped aside.
A burly figure, bound hand and foot, was roughly shoved in.
That person was none other than Furious Lion, the leader of this Wild Beast Gang.
He seemed like a tough character, with gruesome scars on his sinewy muscles, but his current state could only be described as miserable.
Half of his burly body was a terrifying charred black, with skin peeling back, emitting a pungent burnt smell, as if struck by lightning.
On the other half of his face, untouched by the damage, his muscles were twisted to the extreme from pain and rage, and his bulging veins throbbed at his temples.
His bloodshot eyes, like a dying trapped beast, glared venomously at Bewitching Fox!
"You're full of it! Bewitching Fox!!!"
A hoarse roar, like that of a wounded beast, abruptly interrupted Bewitching Fox's tearful plea!
Furious Lion's voice was distorted by extreme pain and fury, filled with overwhelming hatred: "You shameless slut!"
"You were the one who lured her into the team, taking advantage of being her good friend! You whispered in her ear every day! You figured out her abilities and habits! You poisoned her snacks, then tried to frame her at the bank, and you were the one who wanted to kill her and steal her goods!"
"You bastard! At the last minute, you still want to pin everything on me?!"
Lion struggled, about to pounce, but Serie gestured with a casual flick of her finger.
A flash of electricity streaked across, and Lion instantly collapsed to the ground without a sound.
He was indeed a "tough" guy.
[3/6]
[Ability Point +1]
Bewitching Fox's eyes instantly flashed with wild joy. She scrambled over, grabbed Serie's hand, and pressed it against her own face, crying heartbrokenly: "Darling, believe me! We're the best... the best..."
She didn't finish speaking.
A dirty Converse canvas shoe sole landed squarely on her face—
Bang!
Bewitching Fox was kicked to the ground.
Serie turned her head, and what met her eyes was Riley, still in the kicking posture.
Bewitching Fox clutched her cheek, which bore a clear shoe print, and looked at Riley in terror: "You... how are you here?!"
"I came to catch a thief." Riley's words made Serie involuntarily turn her head, only to see Riley holding a baseball bat, which she seemed to have taken from the car's trunk.
She strode forward, grabbed Bewitching Fox by the hair, and mercilessly dragged her towards the adjacent room.
"I'm here to reclaim something that once belonged to me, and will only belong to me in the future."
Bewitching Fox's scalp hurt from being dragged, and she looked at Serie in terror, her voice choked with tears: "Billy! Save me! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was truly devoted to you!"
Serie didn't even lift an eyelid, her gaze falling on Riley: "Are you really going to do this?"
"Hmm?" Riley paused, frowning as she turned back, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Bewitching Fox's eyes, however—
"Wouldn't this dirty your hands?" Serie's voice was flat and calm, "Do you really want to commit a crime like me?"
Bewitching Fox felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Riley chuckled, not answering, merely humming a tune as she dragged Bewitching Fox into the room.
The door closed, and not long after.
[4/6]
[Ability Point +1]
Serie's gaze swept over the 'Quest' interface, just feeling satisfied, when her pupils suddenly contracted.
[Witch Quest: All traitors must die... (Failed)]
What?
What's going on?
Serie quickly checked her ability points; fortunately, it hadn't affected the points she had already gained.
But... how could it suddenly fail?
Did Toad or Centipede escape Australia?
But that's not right.
Even Furious Lion, the leader of the Wild Beast Gang, didn't know Serie was coming to hunt them down, so how did these two know?
Just then, the door opened.
Riley stumbled out, her face ashen, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Her eyes were a complex mix of lingering fear and a strange sense of satisfaction.
On her tightly gripped baseball bat hand, several fresh bruises were clearly visible; she clearly wasn't very adept at revenge.
Her steps were unsteady, and she stumbled into Serie's arms.
Without a word, she buried her face deep into Serie's neck, inhaling deeply the scent that mixed burnt smells with cool mint, as if it were the only sedative that could calm her frantic emotions.
Serie stiffened slightly at her sudden dependence, slowly raising her hand, just about to gently embrace her—
Riley suddenly pulled away, saying softly, "Let's go."
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