Wushuang narrowed her eyes with an indifferent expression. Regret? Ghost Face knew better than anyone the loneliness and helplessness of having no equal. Regret? How could she? She had never done anything in her life that she regretted.
This kind of competition between equals was something any capable person would never regret.
She was even beginning to look forward to this day.
Ghost Face and Wushuang went their separate ways in the garage. Neither knew what the other was there for, but one thing was clear: their target was the vault on the sixth floor. Ghost Face left first.
Wushuang was bold yet meticulous. She always had a well-thought-out plan, and this heist was no exception.
Knowing the blueprints of the villa and its mechanisms, Wushuang easily avoided the traps and surveillance. She began climbing up the elevator shaft. She slightly regretted not going with Ghost Face, not for mutual support.
