Chapter 356

Felicia's slow, unhurried steps echoed faintly along the deserted road. The farther she walked, the darker the path became. Several streetlights along the stretch had long since gone out, leaving the area shrouded in eerie shadows. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft shuffle of her shoes against the pavement. In the dark, the assassins knew their moment had arrived. "Now!" the leader ordered in a hushed tone. Seventeen shadowy figures moved like a wave, swift and silent as they closed in on Felicia from all directions. She'd have seen nothing but the blur of black-clad figures barreling toward her if she turned around. Within seconds, they were upon her. One assassin lunged, his blade flashing in the dim light as it aimed directly for her throat. The steel glinted menacingly as it drew closer, inch by inch. But just as the knife was about to meet its target, it froze in mid-air. The assassin hesitated, glancing at his wrist. A thin silver needle now protrud