Chapter: 756

A recent crackdown on such groups had been initiated, affecting gangs both large and small across the city, with many being dismantled.

The Fox Alliance had been hit hard, with rumors that the police had captured its members in a single sweep, leading to its disbandment.

Norah hadn't expected the Inferno Alliance to openly commit such nefarious acts. Clearly, they had come prepared.

Both men bore dragon-style tattoos, fierce and menacing on their skin.

The one-eyed man, pressed for time with only half an hour to act, nodded to the crew-cut man's plan. He pointed the gun at Alice's left wrist and fired.

Joanna and Susanna shouted, "Alice!"

Alice deftly wheeled away, dodging the bullet, which instead punched a hole in the floor.

She exchanged a look with Norah, inhaled deeply, rose from her wheelchair, and swiftly closed in on the man with the injured hand.

The one-eyed man was preoccupied with reloading; he had spent too many bullets earlier and now his gun was empty.

A chilling female voice whispered in his ear. "Did I say I agree?"

His hand shook, and looking up, he watched Alice wrest the gun from his companion's waistband. Before he could react, she fired it into the crew-man's head.

A gruesome hole appeared in his forehead, his eyes widened in shock, and he made a gasping noise as he fell.

Joanna seized the moment to hurl a few more bottles, taunting, “Call your daddy? Fuck you!"

The one-eyed man started to panic, clutching his only source of confidence, the gun in his hand.

“Don't come any closer. I have a gun."

He had just loaded the last bullet and aimed at Alice when another gunshot rang out. He collapsed.

Alice had handled the two men with ease.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down, casually spinning the gun with a calm expression. "Norah, they were too weak. You didn't even need to step in."

Despite her own frailty, Alice had easily eliminated the two men.

Susanna was shocked by the sight of the dead bodies on the floor.

She had never witnessed such a gruesome scene before. She had been sheltered all her life. How could she not be terrified?

Joanna, hardened by her training, was unfazed by the sight. She had seen a suicide up close before, the blood spilling across the floor.

“Susanna, once you're well, you should train with me."

With the immediate danger gone, Susanna was only frightened by the corpses in the room. Joanna's suggestion made her look up.