The sound of the moving car tore through the night veil of the City, racing across the Bridge that spanned the river.
The night wind poured in through the slightly lowered gap in the window, ruffling a few strands of Ange’s silver hair that had escaped from her ponytail.
She gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands.
Her violet pupils flickered with a faint glow in the dim car interior, sharp and focused like a nocturnal beast.
At this moment, all her usual laziness and sloth had been swept away, replaced by a rare, almost instinctive seriousness.
The roar of the engine was no longer mere noise, but a war drum beating in sync with her heart.
This “dark horse,” sealed away for years, now responded to its master both obediently and fiercely.
Seated in the passenger seat, Huayin’s gaze did not linger on the dazzling lights outside the window.
Her slender fingers gently brushed the exquisitely textured interior beside her.
The touch at her fingertips was not the coarse roughness of dust gathered over years, but a kind of smoothness that came only from careful maintenance.
She then examined the dashboard and control panel more closely; even the usual signs of wear were hard to find.
A thought, absurd yet reasonable, surfaced in her mind: this car had definitely been maintained regularly—perhaps even very recently.
She couldn’t help but glance sideways at Ange, who was wholly focused on driving.
This woman, the teacher the Academy had seemingly marginalized, who spent her days idly collecting her salary—her true worth to the Academy might far exceed what appeared on the surface.
The Academy had actually gone to such lengths, keeping a car she hadn’t touched in at least six years in a perfect standby state… What did this mean? A trace of deep thought flickered in Huayin’s red eyes.
Meanwhile, Ingrid Beltans, in the back seat, was completely stunned by this other side of Ange.
She watched Ange’s driving—the way her movements flowed smoothly and unhurriedly.
Every corner was taken at the very edge of control, every acceleration and deceleration carried a poised rhythm.
What struck Ingrid’s heart most was Ange’s current state: the slightly tensed jawline, the violet eyes gazing ahead as if able to pierce through all mist.
She was like a Silver Sword, still sheathed yet humming with restrained power—its hidden edge far more intimidating than if it were fully drawn.
So this is… the true bearing of a Demon Hunter?
“We’re here.”
Ange’s cool voice broke the silence in the car.
The Sports Car glided in with quiet precision, stopping at an inconspicuous corner by the entrance to “Mist-Enchanted Night” nightclub.
She was the first to push open the door and get out, her movements crisp and decisive.
Ingrid, almost by reflex, reached for her own door handle.
But Huayin pressed her hand down at once.
“Idiot,” Huayin whispered, a teasing smile at her lips as she glanced toward Ange standing outside.
“What kind of young lady opens her own door? Wait for your Servant.”
Ingrid froze, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.
Then she realized this was all part of their cover for the mission.
Although she felt uneasy about letting her teacher open the door for her, she obediently withdrew her hand and murmured softly, “…Understood.”
Ange walked around to the other side, face expressionless as she opened Huayin’s door.
Huayin stepped out elegantly, high heels tapping lightly as if she’d always been used to such treatment.
Next, Ange opened Ingrid’s door as well.
Ingrid got out a bit nervously, almost thanking Ange out of habit, but caught herself just in time.
The three stood together.
Huayin naturally became the center of attention, without saying a word—she simply lifted her chin a little and swept her gaze, laden with a near-tangible nobility, over the Waiter in a crisp uniform at the entrance.
The Waiter, meeting her eyes, stiffened almost imperceptibly.
A trace of genuine awe crept into his professional smile.
He bowed without hesitation, gesturing them inside and skipping the usual routine of asking for membership credentials.
Once they passed through the heavy, soundproofed doors, thunderous music and a heat wave mingled with perfume and alcohol engulfed the three of them.
On the vast Dance Floor, lights and shadows shifted as all kinds of men and women twisted their bodies under the dazzling lights, painting a picture of extravagant debauchery.
Having no experience with such places, Ingrid instantly froze.
She felt like an animal lost in foreign territory, unsure what to do with her hands and feet.
Though Huayin was no stranger to gatherings among the upper crust, this place—with its lowbrow atmosphere and pursuit of pure sensory pleasure—still drew a clear frown of disdain and discomfort on her face.
Ange’s gaze swept the entire hall quickly, soon locking onto a relatively quiet booth with a good view.
“This way,” she guided them in a low voice, leading the two obviously out-of-place young ladies over and letting them sit down first.
Soon, a Waiter came over with a tray of sparkling drinks.
At the same time, many eyes in the club began to linger—some openly, some covertly—on the three women, each distinct in temperament yet equally outstanding.
Several self-styled playboys stirred, eager to strike up a conversation.
But as soon as they took a few steps forward, they met Ange’s raised gaze.
Gone was the helpless or lazy look from before; her violet eyes were now cold and sharp, like a hawk zeroing in on its prey, radiating an unquestionable warning.
An invisible pressure filled the air.
Those men instantly felt a chill down their spines, their carefully prepared pick-up lines stuck in their throats as they retreated in embarrassment.
Before long, a middle-aged man—dressed more finely and carrying himself with more composure than the other Waiters—hurried over.
He wore a perfectly measured, respectful smile and bowed slightly, speaking in a low voice to Huayin, who was seated at the head of the table.
“Honored miss, and your friends, it’s far too noisy here in the main hall; I fear it may disturb your enjoyment. We have a more private and comfortable area upstairs. Would we have the honor of inviting the three of you?”
Huayin didn’t answer at once, instead exchanging a glance with Ange, who stood slightly behind her.
Ange gave a barely perceptible nod.
Only then did Huayin lift her gaze lazily, her voice faint, tinged with an air of condescension as she replied to the Waiter.
“Lead the way.”
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