Chapter 852 Is It Her?

• The female assassin’s arms and legs were broken. But her mind was razor-sharp. She knew that beyond the fact they were fugitive killers who hadn’t entered the country legally—basically smugglers—people like them might not even be protected by the law. And putting that aside, there was Chen Wendo—someone she could never afford to cross. Who was Chen Wendo? He was the man who killed Wei Tiansheng. Even Wei Tiansheng, fourth among the eight bishops of the Blood Sect, had died at his hands. Just how powerful was Chen Wendo? She understood all too well that someone like him had a hundred uncanny ways to end her. He could even do it right now, in front of these officers, and no one would find a trace. She knew that leaving her alive was already his immense mercy. How could she dare say Michael Shephard killed her two partners? How could she dare say Michael Shephard severed her tendons? Yanni was shaken by what the woman said. She softened her tone and coaxed, “Don’t worry. With us here, he won’t dare touch you. We’ll stand up for you…” But the female assassin still insisted, “I understand, thank you, but it really wasn’t him…” “If it wasn’t him, then tell me who it was!” Yanni snapped, raising her voice at the woman. She couldn’t figure out why this assassin was covering for Michael Shephard. The woman chose silence. Unwilling to let it go, Yanni gave up on the assassin and questioned several waitresses who’d witnessed things earlier, even Wang Ya. But how could they know what had really happened? All they could do was state what they saw: the killers were already on the floor, and Michael Shephard hadn’t moved an inch… “How is that possible…” Yanni frowned. She had only learned that the killers got taken out, without digging into the details. Now that she looked closer, a chill crept up her spine. She had just checked—their wounds were from blades. If they were cut by a blade, and if the man in front of her really did it, how could he have killed them without even moving? That made no sense. But if they weren’t killed by someone, did they… kill themselves? Suddenly, something clicked for Yanni, and she stared at Michael Shephard, nerves strung tight. “I know what you are. But I’m warning you—this is our turf. There are people whose job is to deal with your kind. Be smart and come with me for questioning…” She watched him with extreme caution, sweat beading on her forehead. As a top officer with elite training, she knew this world had people with abilities beyond normal. And the murderer in front of her likely had those abilities. Yanni knew people like that were terrifying. But terrifying didn’t mean she was scared. She also knew there was a special department here specifically to handle people with extraordinary abilities. And her duty as an officer didn’t allow fear. Michael Shephard smiled, glanced at the doorway, and pointed. “The people who ‘handle my kind’—you mean her?” “I’m warning you, cut the tricks!” Yanni barked. Still, she glanced toward the door on instinct. She hadn’t planned to take him seriously—but in the next second, her eyes flew wide. Because right by the door, someone had just come up the stairs and was striding in fast.