Chapter: 761

The bald-headed man was the leader of the Inferno Alliance, which meant he knew the ins and outs of the organization. He would have knowledge about their transactions, managers, and more. If he was captured, the police would have a valuable source of information, allowing them to handle the case more efficiently.

Norah nonchalantly placed her pistol by her side and turned towards Joanna and Susanna. "Sit down, girls. I'll handle any intruder," she said.

She was calm, but the many bodies on the floor caused a headache.

Joanna, seeing the same mess, spoke up. “Norah, let's just pretend we weren't involved later. There are so many bodies that even if we claim self-defense, the police will have to investigate. It's going to be a pain."

Susanna, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, turned to Norah as if she was a treasure trove of possibilities.

“Exactly! Why don't you just kill them both?" she proposed, pointing at leader and his minion. "They're scary! It'll save us a lot of trouble. Plus, they can't be left alive, right?”

Susanna wasn't afraid anymore. She thought Norah was super strong~ like a superwoman, capable of doing anything and everything.

Norah was so fast that she made it look like she knew real magic.

She had dodged the bullets easily, as if she was a magician.

Susanna saw that Norah killed bad people who deserved it. She thought of how she had made the Palmer and Payne families lose all their money before. It made her think that perhaps what Norah did wasn't really that different. There was just one big difference between the two situations: Norah made people die.

Joanna's insight was on point. If one allowed fear to dictate their actions, they'd never confront it and thus never grow accustomed to it. Susanna made a swift adjustment in her demeanor; without even glancing at the corpses on the floor, she swiftly shifted her mental state.

Norah was impressed by Susanna's composure. It was fortunate that Susanna swiftly adapted to the situation.

Norah's gaze shifted to the two surviving individuals. "Dealing with the corpses scattered all over the floor is quite challenging."

“Norah, Breathless, Sean emerged at the door, devoid of his usual noble composure. His meticulously arranged hair was disheveled from his hurried sprint. Upon witnessing the corpses in the room, his pupils contracted instantly. However, upon spotting Norah and the others, a wave of relief washed over him.

"It's a relief to see you're safe."

They arrived with the police, aware of the chaotic scene at the Glamour Club. Sean witnessed numerous bodies en route, with survivors gripped by panic.

The armed gangsters met their demise as the police took them down systematically. Sean, aware of the private room's location where Norah and her friends were, hurried there promptly.

“Whew, Mr. Scott, Miss Wilson, Miss Scott..." Phillip, a few steps behind, soon arrived, evident from his hurried pace and labored breathing as he struggled to catch his breath.

Observing the scene of corpses within the room and the distressed individuals outside the door, Phillip quickly assessed the situation.

If his deductions were accurate, Norah was likely responsible for these deaths. His recent trip to Otland had drastically altered his perception of her.

Norah used to be timid, fearing even accidental harm. Now, she appeared as a ruthless figure, unflinchingly taking lives.

This marked a significant turnaround.

How could he conceal Norah's involvement in these deaths? Given the police presence, shooting the alive men at the door was out of the question. Consequently, the responsibility of concealing the truth about the incident would inevitably fall on him.

Amidst the brainstorming, Phillip discreetly stole a glance at Susanna. He had felt flustered knowing that Susanna was also present in the Glamour Club.