The moment the gunshot rang out, Debra felt a gust of wind rush past her ear, followed by a ringing in her ears. It felt like the whole world went silent.


    In the nick of time, Marion had appeared and twisted the guard''s neck. Then the bullet missed its target.


    Marion was dressed in a suit and a ck mask, like many others did. Still, Debra recognized him at a nce.


    "Let''s go," he urged.


    With the rm set off, all the guards would be gathering on the second floor in less than two minutes.


    The two of them rushed downstairs and quickly blended in with the chaotic guests.


    Unfortunately, the exit had been shut, and guards were closing in on them from every direction.


    Debra, who had inhaled too much of the gas, was already delirious.


    Her mind was foggy, and her legs felt as though they were floating. She focused on Marion''s hand gripping hers, and memories of someone else holding her hand flooded her mind.


    The memory was blurry, like a dream, and the figure of the young man in the shifting light seemed unreal. It almost felt like an illusion.


    Around them, the guests panicked and shouted.


    Marion kept a firm hold on her hand as they sprinted toward the exit. When they reached the closed doors, Marion whistled, and soon the outside erupted in chaos.


    Gunshots, shouting, and screams mixed.


    But all Debra could hear was one voice. "Debra, you deserve the best man in the world."


    Suddenly, the doors opened. Marion shot without hesitation.


    The icy expression on his face was something Debra had never seen before.


    Like the Grim Reaper, he ended one life after another.


    Amidst the smoke, he was unstoppable as he led Debra to run.


    She saw


    legs


    pale faces and shaking


    ter of those guards. They w


    by how ruthless Marion was.


    She couldn''t hold on any longer, her consciousness began to Finally, she copsed into his


    Marion held her in one arm, and the gunshots abruptly stopped.


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    One of his men rushed in. "Sir, should we wipe them out?"


    Marion''s face was expressionless, and his eyes glinted with coldness. "Kill them all."


    The gunshots rang out again.


    Marion cradled Debra in his arms, weaving through the gunfire.


    In just ten minutes, the mansion was a scene of bloodshed.


    Once outside, he ordered, "All guests from tonight are to be will interrogate them one by


    one o


    He ced Debra in the car and instructed the driver to take her back.


    By the time he stepped back into the castle, the masked people had all been tied


    up.