Chapter 313 Enemies Meet
Breaking through this sealed-off area would at least give them a chance to try and contact the Regal City military forces. But looking at the current situation, since their signals could be cut off by the relevant authorities, it seemed likely that the lord of Regal City had long been in league with The Whispering Sect.
They were truly surrounded on all sides.
"Alright, stop wasting time, let's get out of here now!"
As soon as Gwyneth gave the order, everyone immediately sprang into action, preparing to leave.
But just then, sounds of fighting and screams came from outside.
At the same time, a cold wind violently blew the villa's front door open!
A man and a woman stood in the doorway.
The man was tall and slender, dressed entirely in black, with a half-mask covering part of his face. The exposed half showed no expression, his eyes carrying a deathly stillness, like a killing machine without emotion.
The woman had an extremely graceful figure with captivating features. Her face could be called absolutely stunning, with seductive and bewitching eyes, especially those eyes with their slightly upturned corners.
At this moment, the woman had one arm folded, her other hand lightly touching her chin. She threw a flirtatious glance at everyone in the room, her voice bone-meltingly sweet: "You came all this way just to find me, didn't you? How come you're planning to run before we've even met face to face?"
When Gwyneth saw the woman's face clearly, her expression immediately changed.
She gritted her teeth and said the woman's name in a cold, hateful voice: "Verity!"
Verity smiled charmingly and, like a gust of wind, flashed directly in front of Gwyneth, stopping less than a meter away. Her peach-blossom eyes looked at her with a smile. "You look somewhat familiar. Could you be the daughter of that dead woman Audrey?"
Gwyneth clenched her palms. "You still remember my mother?"
"Of course I remember." Verity flashed again and was instantly sitting on the sofa.
She crossed her legs and swung them carelessly. Her long, slender, fair legs appeared and disappeared through the slit of her qipao. The corner of her mouth curved up. "Audrey, the number one beauty of Northern Ice Empire. But honestly, I really don't think she had even a third of my beauty."
Gwyneth sneered coldly. "Shameless."
Verity let out an unrestrained, frivolous laugh from her throat.
Suddenly, she noticed Isabella standing in the corner, and like a gust of wind, flashed in front of Isabella.
She stared at Isabella's pale little face for two seconds, then looked back at Gwyneth with a smile. "Gwyneth, you have a daughter?"
Gwyneth's face darkened. "Where would I get a daughter?"
Verity pointed at Isabella. "Isn't this one right here? She really is like she was carved from the same mold as you, but she's cuter than you."
Gwyneth glanced coldly at Verity. "She's not my daughter. I picked her up on the side of the road."
Verity laughed at this. "Well, you sure know how to pick them. Just a random pick, and you found a miniature version of yourself."
Gwyneth: "..."
Hearing Verity say this, Gwyneth began to doubt herself too.
Could it be that in Verity's eyes, Isabella really looked that much like her? Could Isabella actually be her daughter? But when did she give birth to a daughter without knowing it herself?
Isabella, listening to their conversation, didn't sense any tension at all. So this is how experts meet—first they chat, then they fight?
Isabella looked at Verity curiously, with a question in her heart, and she directly asked it out loud.
"Why can you teleport when you're a hypnotist?"
You have to understand, teleportation is an explosive burst of speed that only ancient martial arts professionals can achieve—moving from one place to another in an instant. This is also the foundation of ancient martial arts.
Hearing Isabella's innocent question, Verity immediately let out a frivolous laugh, her gaze at Isabella becoming increasingly meaningful.
"Gwyneth, where did you find such an interesting girl?"
Isabella looked at Verity expressionlessly, but saw her smile at her with deep meaning. In that moment of eye contact, Isabella felt her mind becoming somewhat hazy.
Then she heard Verity's hypnotic voice:
"When did I teleport? All along, I've been standing right here."
"All along, I've been standing right here."
Isabella listened to the echo in her head. Her vision blurred, and she found that Verity had disappeared from right in front of her.
Looking again, Verity was standing at the doorway, in her original position.
In that instant, Isabella felt a chill run down her spine.
She...
What just happened?
This couldn't be considered teleportation anymore, could it?
She couldn't even see her shadow, no trace of movement at all.
Suddenly, Wilmer's quiet voice came from behind her:
"This isn't teleportation, this is illusion technique. Everything you just saw was an illusion she created."
"When you face off against a hypnotist, you need to be careful, because from the moment you see her, your sense of smell, your vision, even your mind, might already be out of your control."
Isabella's eyes widened immediately.
So that's how it is!
She hadn't noticed at all that she'd already fallen into the visual trap Verity had created.
This kind of ability was too terrifying, wasn't it?
Just then, Gwyneth spoke in a heavy voice: "Verity, whatever you want to do, come at me. As for everyone else here, they have nothing to do with the grudge between us."
Gwyneth didn't know why Verity was so interested in Isabella, but attracting Verity's attention was clearly not a good thing.
Hearing Gwyneth's words, Verity just laughed coldly. "In my eyes, you're already a dead person."
"And..."
Her gaze was dark, filled with complete disdain. "You're really not worthy of being my opponent."
As her words fell, she casually gave the man beside her a look.
Falcon received the signal. The next second, his five fingers turned into sharp claws and struck directly at Gwyneth.
"Protect Ms. Powell!"
Those loyal guards immediately rushed in front of Gwyneth, shielding her behind them.
Falcon's sharp eyes locked onto the lead guard blocking the way. With a leap, he came before the guard. His hand, like an eagle's sharp talons, mercilessly pierced into the guard's throat.
The guard didn't even have time to let out a scream before his whole body went rigid, his pupils widening.
Falcon pulled out his hand, bringing out blood that spilled all over the ground. The guard died with his eyes open.
Seeing this, Gwyneth's eyes sharpened, and she called out: "Wilmer, you're up."
These guards were clearly no match for Falcon. Under Falcon's hands, they were as vulnerable as rabbits spotted by an eagle, unable to withstand even one of his moves.
Hearing the command, Wilmer drew a long sword and thrust it toward Falcon.