Chapter: 1065

Clutching the weapons in their hands, the killers nodded at each other as a go signal to attack.

If Norah was inside the room, it would make their job so much easier.

With long, quiet steps, they inched toward the bedroom.

Behind the door, Norah could hear the footsteps getting closer. She remained calm, holding a few explosive balls with knockout drops in her hands.

However, the carpeted floor caused her to panic.

The floor must be hard and solid for the balls with knockout drops to work when thrown.

The carpeted floor was soft and fluffy. The explosive device would only bounce against it.

Norah's sweat intensified. With her condition, the explosive balls with knockout drops were her only means of weapon. But how could she use it on a carpeted floor?

Adding to the problem was the closed window and door. There was no natural wind to trigger the explosion to its full potential.

Gritting her teeth, she reached for the drawer to get her plan B weapon: a dagger.

She perked herself up to await the killers. There was a small chance of her winning against them, but it could stall time before the police arrived, whom she contacted for help as soon as she noticed something was amiss.

Norah stood barefoot at the door, holding her breath, waiting for the killers to come in.

Last time, it was just one person. This time, there were two.

These killer organizations never gave up. Once they accepted a job, they always finished it.

The door slammed open and crashed into the wall with a loud bang.

Norah quickly threw two balls with knockout drops at their feet. They didn't go off, maybe because she didn't throw them hard enough.

"Sure enough, someone's here."

A cold male voice echoed, and then two tall men in black appeared.

They wore black masks, showing only their eyes, which glared at her with malice.

"You killed one of our men, didn't you? You've got some skills, but not enough. Today, we'll finish you off ourselves."

The killer next to him cut in, saying, "Stop talking and get on with it.

He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and approached Norah with a wicked grin.

At first glance, he was captivated by her beauty. Seeing her sweating forehead, pale face, and struggling breath, he realized she was sick.

Wasn't this the perfect moment to act? With one stab, her life would end.