Stella Gibson blinked at the man, thinking to herself, am I not a whole person but half a person?
However, her baby face flashed a sweet smile toward him, but under the glow of the streetlight, there was something unsettling about it,
"How did you figure out I’m not human?"
Foreign man: ...
Although the reaction from the other side wasn’t what he expected, the man only paused for a moment before he couldn’t help but laugh. He tugged at his magic robe and replied, half-seriously,
"Maybe it’s because... I’m not human either?"
...
When Ashton Todd and Greta returned with ice cream cones, they found that Stella Gibson was nowhere to be seen in the small square.
"I told her not to wander off. I even got her one."
Holding two ice creams, Ashton Todd casually turned to Greta,
"Greta, hurry and see where Stella Gibson went?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Greta, ice cream cone in hand, suddenly disappear.
Ashton Todd’s eyes widened initially, and he quickly glanced around, worried someone might notice a person suddenly vanished.
He had asked her to check where she went, not to teleport there directly!
Muttering internally, Ashton Todd resigned himself to quickly weaving through the crowd with the two ice cream cones, searching for the two figures.
Meanwhile, on the other side, avoiding the crowd in the plaza, Stella Gibson followed the foreign man behind an ancient wall where surveillance couldn’t reach.
This place seemed to be an employee passageway, yet no one was visible at the moment.
Stella Gibson watched as the man walking in front suddenly stopped.
Standing in the shadow, he watched her, with the bright light from beyond the wall unable to illuminate him even a bit.
He looked at her, slowly revealing a smile,
"Your blood has a pleasant aroma, I’m curious."
But Stella Gibson looked at him, her baby face unfazed, and simply said,
"So you choose your targets based on the scent of their blood? How many targets have you found before me?"
As she spoke, her baby face suddenly turned serious,
"Don’t try to fool me. There’s the scent of human blood on you. Where are the others you harmed?"
Having dealt with corpses since childhood, she’s quite sensitive to the scent of blood.
Just while talking to this person, she detected two faint scents of blood on him.
Clearly, she wasn’t his first target.
Stella Gibson also knew that in such a crowded amusement park, the disappearance of one or two people wouldn’t draw attention.
Rather than searching the park for victims, it was better to follow the man directly.
She also wanted to know where this foreign man got the nerve to target her.
Watch her play the game of strategic enforcement!
The man was also taken aback by Stella Gibson’s words, but soon couldn’t help laughing softly,
"Knowing I’m dangerous yet following me, it seems you are indeed a bit special. However—"
His words cut off midway as he suddenly raised his hand. The next second, two figures darted out from the darkness, one on each side, grabbing Stella Gibson’s arms.
Seeing her trapped, the man slowly finished his sentence,
"Sometimes being overconfident isn’t a good thing."
Just as Stella Gibson noticed another presence approaching, she wanted to react but realized the ones holding her were two women.
Real, living women, not corpses, not demon ghosts.
Detecting the familiar scent of blood on them, she instinctively furrowed her brow and looked at the man opposite,


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