At Duanmu Xue's residence.
In contrast to the quiet deathlike silence of late nights, tonight was anything but ordinary.
The lamps were brightly lit, a crowd of people filled the courtyard, and figures hurried over from afar.
Michael discreetly entered the crowd.
Looking ahead, he saw Duanmu Xue, pale-faced, being held hostage by a woman dressed in purple.
About a dozen figures lay on the ground, including obviously the two powerful men who had been protecting Duanmu Xue in her house that Michael had sensed earlier.
Upon seeing the woman in purple's face, the usually steadied Michael couldn't help but show astonishment.
The others on the scene never expected the assassin to be of such stunning beauty.
What's more surprising, she wasn't dressed in the usual night operation attire, nor did she wear a veil or a mask to hide her face, as if she did not care if people saw her appearance.