Chapter 47: Rescuing Someone
"Who exactly are you?" Phillip Johnson exclaimed in alarm, understanding everything the moment he saw the open safe.
He never imagined someone could follow him all the way into his apartment without him noticing. In the short time he took a shower, the person had already cracked his safe and taken all the gems and cash inside.
Enraged and shocked, Phillip Johnson didn't wait for a reply. He threw a fierce punch at the person's face.
The Black-Clothed Person frowned slightly, slid his foot, and dodged Phillip's heavy punch. His hands formed claws, like a wildcat, and he lunged at Phillip Johnson's eyes.
However, Phillip Johnson ignored the attack aimed at his eyes. He swung his right fist, aiming for the Black-Clothed Person's neck.
The Black-Clothed Person couldn't help but frown. He shifted his body, retreating from the range of Phillip Johnson's punching force.
A furious Phillip Johnson naturally wouldn't let the Black-Clothed Person leave calmly with the three gems. He strode forward, delivering a right hook fiercely towards the Black-Clothed Person's chest and lungs, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
The Black-Clothed Person showed no sign of urgency despite Phillip Johnson's relentless pursuit. His light footsteps, as if on springs, continuously moved along the edge of Phillip Johnson's attacks. He seemed as if he could be knocked over by a breeze, but in reality, he remained completely unharmed.
After a while, Phillip Johnson realized this. He knew that if he didn't show some real skill today, he would never be able to keep this person. The other party clearly understood that he couldn't make the first move and reveal a weakness; otherwise, with Phillip Johnson's true abilities, even if she could create distance, she would absolutely not escape tonight.
Thinking of this, Phillip Johnson stopped his futile efforts. He took a deep breath, and a layer of white light suddenly appeared on his right fist. Then, he threw a phantom punch at the Black-Clothed Person, who was two meters in front of him. In the blink of an eye, a white ball of light detached from Phillip Johnson's hand and rushed towards the Black-Clothed Person, like a cannonball fired from a great cannon.
The Black-Clothed Person clearly knew about Phillip Johnson's move and had been guarding against it. So, the moment the white light appeared, she had already moved to the side, at an extremely fast speed, several times faster than her previous movements. Yet, even so, she barely grazed past the white orb, a truly perilous escape.
Seeing this, Phillip Johnson's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but laugh, saying, "So you only have this much skill. You're staying with me tonight, I still need someone to warm my bed."
As he spoke, Phillip Johnson's hands didn't stop. He threw punches continuously, and white orbs of light detached from his hands, raining down on the Black-Clothed Person like a storm, covering a three-meter radius around him.
After doing all this, Phillip Johnson's face turned pale. Although the white orbs he emitted were powerful, they still consumed his physical strength and energy. After finishing, Phillip Johnson felt as if he had been completely drained. Even so, his gaze remained fixed on the Black-Clothed Person in the center of the light orbs. He wanted to see if the Black-Clothed Person could escape his killing move.
The speed of the Black-Clothed Woman was indeed extremely fast, but the white light orbs, like cannonballs, were also very fast. Even though the Black-Clothed Woman dodged most of them, the remaining ones still slammed her to the ground, her hair disheveled, her face pale, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Although the exchange between the two didn't last long, the powerful white light orbs still left the ground full of craters. If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing of the apartment recently, their fight would probably have attracted the police.
Ignoring the damage their fight caused to the floor, Phillip Johnson strode forward, grabbed the Black-Clothed Woman by her collar, and took out three small cloth bags from her. He originally intended to put them on himself, but since he was only wrapped in a bath towel, he casually tossed them onto the coffee table.
"Quite a catch!" Phillip Johnson chuckled twice, then reached out and pulled down her mask. A somewhat familiar face appeared before him. It was the female reporter he had met during the day; if he remembered correctly, she had even chatted with him a few times. He recalled her name was Holly Robinson.
"It's you!" Phillip Johnson said with hatred in his face, "Tell me, when did you start following me? Was it you who set off the alarm in the museum? Tell me!"
Clearly, Phillip Johnson blamed Holly Robinson for all the unexpected events that night, and his guess wasn't entirely impossible. This woman had clearly been watching them for a while, and it wasn't impossible for her to secretly cause them trouble.
"Are you out of your mind? What good would that do me? If I were to make a move, I'd wait until you all left the museum, you idiot!" After saying that, Holly Robinson spat directly at Phillip Johnson's face.
Phillip Johnson merely tilted his head slightly, dodging Holly Robinson's harmless move. However, at this moment, he started to get angry. He knew, of course, that Holly Robinson was right; the most likely culprit for disrupting their operation this time was that British old man. The reason he spoke to Holly Robinson this way was to shift all the blame onto this woman.
"You stinking bitch!" Phillip Johnson was momentarily enraged and slapped her hard.
However, at that moment, Holly Robinson's pupils suddenly narrowed, followed by a crisp "meow" from her mouth. The next moment, Phillip Johnson seemed to lose his mind, instantly standing still.
In a flash, a short dagger appeared in Holly Robinson's hand, and she plunged it fiercely into Phillip Johnson's chest.
Unfortunately, Holly Robinson's ability was still a bit lacking. Just as the short dagger in her hand had barely pierced Phillip Johnson's chest, Phillip Johnson had already come to his senses. The stinging pain in his body left him no time to think further. He suddenly kicked Holly Robinson, sending her flying to crash against the wardrobe. The poor girl almost fainted from the pain.
Phillip Johnson then lowered his head to look at the short dagger embedded in his chest. At this moment, he finally let out a sigh of relief, immensely grateful. If he had woken up half a second later, the dagger would have directly pierced his heart.
But even now, his situation was not optimistic. The short dagger had penetrated at least half a centimeter into his body, perhaps even deeper.
Everything Holly Robinson did was clearly premeditated and carefully calculated, but unfortunately, she slightly overestimated her own strength. A slight difference meant the difference between victory and defeat.
"You stinking bitch!" Phillip Johnson dared not pull out the dagger from his chest. So he walked directly to the open safe, took out the pistol, disengaged the safety, and with a ferocious expression, yelled at Holly Robinson, "Die!"
However, just as Phillip Johnson began to pull the trigger, the large French window in the living room suddenly shattered from the outside, as if struck by some heavy object. Countless shards of broken glass flew towards Phillip Johnson, who was standing in the living room.
This sudden change caused Phillip Johnson to instinctively retreat a few steps, avoiding the flying debris, before looking towards the window.
He saw a man in all black, wearing a pair of strange wings—no, it was a black gliding suit. This person had appeared at the window at some unknown time, and the fog outside rushed in through the broken window.
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