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Enduring the pain, Pox struggled to support himself on his arms, trying to stand up. His vision was still a bit blurry, and his fingers trembled as they pressed against the ground. Just as he managed to steady himself, a high-heeled shoe suddenly kicked towards him with a whistling sound, striking the ground heavily beside him.
"Bang!" The kick was fierce and powerful, instantly knocking down a black-clad man who had been preparing to approach Pox. Pox stared in shock as the man fell rigidly to the ground, gasping for breath, seemingly unaware of how he had been taken down.
"Hey, get up, young master." Anna's voice came from above, light and laced with an undeniable tone. Pox looked up at the sound and saw Anna's calm, smiling face. She elegantly extended a hand directly towards him. Pox hesitated for a moment but instinctively reached out to grasp her slender yet strong hand.
Anna quickly pulled him up. With her support, Pox steadied himself but still felt dizzy and filled with confusion. Just as he opened his mouth to ask something, Anna had already grabbed his wrist and was pulling him forward at a rapid pace. Her steps were light and swift; she clearly knew this chaotic banquet hall like the back of her hand, guiding him through the panicked crowd while skillfully avoiding the black-clad figures along the way.
"Wait... Anna... what... what is going on?" Pox gasped for breath, his mind swirling with questions. He couldn't comprehend the sudden chaos unfolding before him, nor could he grasp why Anna, this gentle and gracious woman, would suddenly appear in such a battleground-like scene. How did she possess such formidable skills to effortlessly take down those black-clad men?
"This is not the time for explanations." Anna's voice carried a calm urgency; her gaze was focused and steady as if this chaos was merely a planned interlude for her. She maintained her usual composure but exuded a determination akin to that of a commander in battle. "Don't ask too many questions now, young master; just keep running."
Pox could only be led forward by her, his heart filled with mixed emotions and an overwhelming sense of confusion. Who exactly was Anna? What were her intentions? He couldn't help but glance back at her, finding only focused and calm eyes staring back.
They reached the entrance of the banquet hall, where a crowd of panicked guests surged towards the doors. They pushed and shoved each other in desperation, afraid of missing their chance to escape. Screams and shouts erupted from the crowd as men and women jostled together; the pressure and disorder amplified the chaos around them. The darkness outside filled everyone with an unknown fear; each person felt like a trapped beast desperately trying to flee from this shadowy banquet hall.
At that moment, Anna heard a familiar electronic voice in her ear—Lie Hai’s cold and urgent tone delivered an undeniable warning: "Anna... power will be restored soon; you better leave there immediately. As for that young master, it’s fine to leave him behind."
Anna raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on her lips. She surveyed the scene around her, watching those frantic guests stumbling blindly in the dark; they huddled together helplessly pushing against one another as if suffocating in this chaos. She noticed not far away that the black-clad figures were also groping in the darkness, seemingly trying to pinpoint her location. These enemies had lost their direction in the dark and could not act effectively; they struggled like prey caught in a net.
Anna smiled slightly; this chaos brought by darkness felt like a carefully designed game to her—those desperate to escape and those trying to control her were merely pawns in her hands. She turned to look at Pox; he was still panting heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. His face was blank, as if he didn’t know where to go or understand the reason behind this turmoil.
"What... what is all this about?" Pox whispered breathlessly, panic and confusion evident in his tone. Anna's calm demeanor stood in stark contrast to his state; it was as if she was already familiar with such scenes and handled them with ease.
Anna glanced around, observing the bewildered figures in black, a glimmer of satisfaction and excitement flashing in her eyes as if this scene brought her endless pleasure.
"Oh... I love this kind of thrill," she whispered, savoring the tense atmosphere of the moment. With a slight smile, she gently patted Pox on the shoulder, signaling him to follow her.
Without hesitation, Anna grasped Pox's hand and skillfully maneuvered through the crowd. Her steps were light, as if she was born to navigate such chaotic scenes, moving like an elegant leopard, deftly avoiding every obstacle while leading Pox forward. The noise of the crowd grew louder, but Anna remained calm, as if the screams and panic surrounding her had nothing to do with her.
Just as Anna and Pox wove through the throng, gradually approaching the exit, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly flickered back on. Warm illumination flooded the room, instantly dispelling the darkness that had engulfed it moments before. The sudden brightness caused all the panicked guests to halt in their tracks, staring around in shock as if waking abruptly from a nightmare.
In the glow of the lights, Anna clearly spotted Andaro standing on the opposite side of the hall, his nose smeared with blood that continued to drip down. His face twisted in rage, his eyes filled with venomous hatred as he fixed his gaze on Anna and Pox.
"Get them!" Andaro bellowed, his voice echoing through the spacious hall. A group of black-clad figures immediately lunged toward the entrance.
Seeing this, Anna's expression darkened. She quickly bent down, her fingers deftly retrieving a small handgun hidden beside her high heel. The speed of her movements was nearly imperceptible. Without hesitation, she aimed the gun at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The gunshot rang out in the banquet hall like thunder, deafening and reverberating. The loud noise momentarily stunned the guests, who then screamed in panic and scattered in all directions, fearing they would be the next target. The group of black-clad figures attempted to charge forward but were blocked by the frantic crowd pushing against them, unable to reach Anna and Pox.
Amidst this chaos, Anna quickly scanned her surroundings and identified a brief escape route. She held tightly onto Pox's wrist with one hand while steadying her gun with the other, calmly searching for gaps in the throng as she propelled them toward the main door.
"Go, don’t look back!" she commanded softly, her tone imbued with a resolute and steely strength.
Pox was bewilderedly pulled along by Anna through the turmoil, filled with confusion and fear. Yet as he observed Anna's composed demeanor and decisive actions, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reliance on this mysterious woman and followed closely in her footsteps.
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