Frida froze.


    She was already moving as quietly as possible, but they noticed anyway?!


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    Still, she simply gave up on stealth as she shouted back, "You''re the ones who kidnapped Ms. Turnbull


    first. Let her go, and we might let you leave."


    Her response only prompted a mockingughter. "Oh, what do we have here? An actual woman?! So


    Frank Lawrence couldn''t make it?"


    "Why bother bringing him? I''m plenty enough for the likes of you." Frida snorted in disdain.


    "Haha! I guess Mr. Szar''s words fell on deaf ears... Now, die."


    Frida frowned—it was not Drakon Szar?!


    However, she felt a burst of air shooting towards her even as the thought crossed her mind, and she


    leapt away.


    She could feel the de slicing a lock of her hair, even as she paled in shock—that was too fast!


    Moreover, while she managed to dodge out of harm''s way by instinct, her men were not so fortunate.


    They were not as strong as her, and they were blind after the parking lot lights were turned off... and


    were massacred in no time at all.


    "Argh!"


    "Gurk—"


    Screams of death ensued endlessly, and Frida whipped out her sword, iling around by instinct.


    However, the screams soon faded entirely, leaving the parking lot eerily silent.


    "Bastion?! Grover?!" Frida kept calling out her men''s names, but there was no response.


    Click.


    Suddenly, the lights of the car park returned, and Frida quickly threw up her hand as she adjusted her


    eyes and looked around.


    A scrawny man stood nearby, smiling darkly as he studied her.


    She then looked down to find all her men dead, lying in pools of their own blood.


    "I''m surprised the Turnbulls have such pretty face work as a bodyguard," the scrawny man chuckled


    coolly. "What a waste it would be to kill you."


    "Fuck!" Frida snapped as she leapt up, bringing her sword to bear and ready to avenge her men!


    Even as she swung it, the sword swished deafeningly, tearing a gale through the air.


    The scrawny man remained fearless, however. With a light step as if he weighed no more than a


    feather, he dodged Frida''s strike while the sword left a gash against the wall.


    Frida was left stunned by the scrawny man''s footwork while he chuckled. "You''re too slow, girlie."


    His fingers wed toward her arm, and it was toote by the time she raised his sword.


    He left a deep gash, drawing blood... and seized her by the neck before she could react.


    Frida started choking right then, and he flung her violently against the wall.


    Bang!


    Frida copsed on the floor, blood seeping from her mouth as she murmured in disbelief, "W-Who are


    you?"