Chapter 401

Mad Dog sat on the sofa, watching Liana approach slowly. His brows furrowed ever so slightly. As a renowned powerhouse under Gregory's command, he had seen his share of danger. Yet this time, he felt a chilling, palpable killing intent. Liana's swift and decisive strike earlier had been enough to put him on edge. "Go, deal with her!" he barked. No questions were asked—none were needed. Liana's actions spoke for themselves: she was an enemy. Over a dozen of Mad Dog's subordinates surged forward. But Liana merely smiled—a wicked, almost predatory curve of her lips. She continued her measured steps, raising her long blade steadily until it was level with her shoulder. A flash of cold light followed. Within the encirclement of a dozen men, Liana's figure blurred, her movements as swift as they were ghostly. She slipped through their attacks like smoke, her silhouette impossible to pin down. And yet, every time she moved, a scream echoed through the rain-soaked street. In less than