As she reached a corner, hearing footsteps coming from inside, Ivana Bennett quickly stopped in her tracks, leaned against the wall, and raised her pistol.
She slowed her breathing and tilted her ear, listening intently to the approaching footsteps.
The person seemed to sense her presence and slowed their steps.
Bit by bit, they were closing in on her.
Ivana Bennett abruptly raised her pistol, and the other person's hand was already reaching for hers.
She swiftly withdrew her pistol, raised her left hand, and the blade she held sliced toward the opponent's palm.
Thump!
Skin tore, and blood spurted out.
Ivana Bennett raised her pistol, aiming it at the opponent's forehead.
Meanwhile, the opponent's other hand had already reached out, clutching her throat.
"Ivana?!"
Upon seeing her face clearly, the man gasped in surprise.
"Phoebe?!" Ivana Bennett also recognized the face, her eyes meeting Phoebe's pink-hued ones with astonishment, "Why are you here?!"
