Two months later, at the Flott Empire ... "Please, just let my family go! I'll give you all the money you want!" The middle-aged man dropped to his knees, begging until blood seeped from his knees. Inside the estate, the sounds of crying children and terrified women rose and fell in waves. Dark red blood spread across the ground in horrifying splashes, and the bodies of the estate guards lay scattered everywhere. Over 20 people dressed in combat gear stood before them, savage totems painted across their faces. They gripped assault rifles, the weapons aimed menacingly at the cowering family. The leader stepped forward and let out a cold laugh. "Money? We'll take that. Lives? We'll take those too. After all, the Rohrs' healing abilities are legendary. Your organs will fetch a pretty penny on the market." With that, he raised his gun to open fire.Before his finger even reached the trigger, a bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead, and he dropped dead on the spot. Panic flashed across the thieves' faces as they stumbled backward, scanning their surroundings with wary eyes. Hidden in the shadows, Shirley's lips curved into a smirk as she chewed and swallowed her candy. "Who's there?" the thieves shouted. There was a sniper! This estate actually had a sniper! "Damn it!" One man charged forward with rage blazing in his eyes. "I don't care who it is! Kill these people first and avenge our leader!" But he'd barely taken two steps, his assault rifle not yet steady, when a figure suddenly dropped from the shadows of the colonnade like a phantom, landing solidly right in front of them. Even the middle-aged man froze, staring blankly at the teenager in black combat gear who had appeared beside him. Thora stood in profile, a lollipop stuck in her mouth. The darkness obscured her expression, but the sharp, clean lines of her profile stood out clearly. Her overwhelming presence made the thieves involuntarily step back. "Where did this brat come from?" The thieves fixed their eyes on this uninvited guest. Seeing that the intruder was just a teenager with no pheromones or werewolf power radiating from her, clearly unawakened, their anxiety immediately eased. This wasn't worth their concern at all. The next second, all the thieves' guns swung in unison toward Thora. Thora spat out the lollipop stick. In almost the same instant, she raised her silver handgun with one hand, the chamber already loaded, and strode directly toward the group of thieves. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, and the thieves fell one after another. The speed was staggering. They couldn't even see how Thora pulled the trigger. Even stranger, whenever anyone aimed their gun at Thora and was about to fire, a bloody hole would appear in their forehead without warning, killing them instantly. The thieves completely panicked. This teenager before them wasn't some ordinary person at all but the Grim Reaper himself, come to collect lives." Someone, driven to desperation, began howling and gathering their werewolf power, preparing to shift and fight hand-to-hand. Just then, several large, imposing men suddenly appeared. Like Thora, they wore black combat gear and military boots, their entire bodies radiating a fierce, lethal aura.They didn't use guns. Instead, they gripped combat knives or daggers as they charged into the crowd. In less than five minutes, every single thief lay on the ground. Their wolf soulstones had been shattered, stripping them of their ability to shift into wolves and their mobility. They were left barely alive. The Rohrs family members watched with their jaws hanging open, unable to speak for a long moment. Tristan calmly wiped the blood from his combat knife, his eyes glinting with challenge as he looked at Harvey. "This time, you lost again." Harvey snorted coldly. "Next time, I'll definitely be faster than you!" Tristan scoffed, completely dismissing his tough talk. The others had long since gotten used to this.Tristan and Harvey were like natural rivals, competing on every mission to see who could take down more enemies. Their win-loss ratio was always 70-30 in Tristan's favor. At that moment, a small figure emerged from the shadows, a sniper rifle nearly half her height slung over her shoulder. As she passed Tristan, Shirley stuck her tongue out at him, then quickly walked over to stand behind Thora. "Just who the hell are you people?" One of the thief's faces was twisted with terrified horror, his voice trembling. One of the more composed ones forced himself to speak. "If you're after the Rohrs' wealth, we ... we can help you get it. Just spare our lives." These words made the Rohrs family members behind them tense up, terrified that this mysterious group might agree. "Sorry, but thieves who freely plunder and murder throughout Chaules and traffic in organs don't get to negotiate with me." Thora's voice was ice-cold, without a shred of warmth. She aimed her gun straight at the thief who had spoken, issuing a single command. "Execute them!"