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Anna glanced around and noticed that the men in black were gradually closing in, forming a vague encirclement that trapped her and Pox tightly within. She remained calm, her smile unchanged, even carrying a hint of nonchalance, her eyes filled with a composed challenge. She calmly regarded Andaro, smiled gently, and spoke in a soft yet subtly sharp tone:
"Mr. Andaro, didn't you just say how much fun we were having? I believe one should enjoy the moment, shouldn't we? Names and identities... are merely foolish marks left by this mundane world. Isn't it exhausting to care so much?"
Her words were gentle, almost like soothing a child, yet laced with a cold sarcasm. That air of being "above it all" clearly mocked Andaro's foolishness and arrogance. Her fearless demeanor only darkened Andaro's expression further, causing him to tremble with rage, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes revealing an unbearable fury. His once rosy face twisted into a grotesque mask of anger, his gaze betraying an uncontrollable murderous intent, as if he would lose all reason and pounce on Anna at any moment.
"You...," Andaro's voice trembled with rage as he struggled to curse her out, but it felt as if the words were stuck in his throat, unable to form a complete sentence. His bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Anna, as if he could crush her confidence just by staring.
However, Anna merely smiled coldly, raised her hands in an innocent gesture, and maintained her unwavering smile as she softly said, "Since everyone is having fun, why don't we just leave? If you let us go, you won't have to be angry anymore."
Her tone was flippant and indifferent, which only fueled Andaro's anger further. His eyes burned with fury as if they could incinerate her; his fingers trembled slightly as he gestured to the men in black to maintain their encirclement.
"You think saying that will make me let you go?" Andaro suppressed his anger, his voice icy as he stepped closer to Anna, unwilling to give her even the slightest chance of escape. He knew this woman was not simple; the calmer she appeared, the more he craved to tear away her facade and force her to reveal her true fear.
Andaro's expression darkened even more as he glared at Anna with unbridled hatred and malice. How dare this woman toy with him? His fat fingers trembled slightly as if ready to lunge forward and seize her by the throat. His voice was low and hoarse, emanating from deep within his chest where suppressed rage simmered: "You filthy bitch, how dare you play tricks in front of me? I will show you what true humiliation is! Once I capture you and use you all night long while my brothers take turns enjoying you, you'll wish for death!"
His words were sharp and piercing like knives, filled with contempt and vengeance as if he regarded her as nothing more than an object for his amusement. The malice and distortion in Andaro's tone made his already repulsive features even uglier; his eyes flickered with a cold light as if plotting how to trample Anna underfoot and utterly destroy her dignity.
Pox was roughly held aside by the men in black, his shoulders gripped painfully tight; his face turned pale as paper, clearly terrified by Andaro's words. He struggled desperately, looking at Anna with fearful eyes and pleading urgently: "Uncle Andaro, please don’t do this... Anna is just... just joking; you don’t need to take it so seriously. Really, please let her go!" Pox’s voice trembled; even a complete sentence sounded fragmented. His gaze was filled with desperation and fear as he clearly could not bear to imagine what fate awaited Anna.
Pox turned his gaze toward Anna as if already seeing an irreversible outcome. His voice dropped to a whisper filled with panic: "Anna, please... apologize now! This isn’t the time for jokes..."
However, Anna’s reaction was entirely different from his. She maintained that faint smile on her face, her eyes calm and resolute as if neither Andaro's threats nor Pox's pleas could shake her in the slightest. She raised one eyebrow slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of cold disdain mixed with mockery as if she were watching a poorly executed performance.
She slightly raised her chin and looked at Andaro, her tone revealing a calm indifference as she coldly replied, "Mr. Andaro, you certainly have a knack for calculating." A light smile played on her lips, filled with mockery and nonchalance, as if she didn’t take his threats seriously at all.
Seeing her so composed only fueled Andaro's anger, which burned hotter and hotter, nearly consuming his reason. He stepped forward suddenly, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he scrutinized Anna with a chilling gaze. His voice dripped with menace, "Do you think I wouldn't dare? I will make you understand that you shouldn't be so arrogant in front of me!"
Anna calmly took a pair of thin-framed glasses from her bag and leisurely put them on, her fingertips lightly stroking the cold metal frame as if preparing herself for a game. She cast a casual glance at Andaro, her face displaying a smirk of irreverence. Her eyes sparkled with disdain and unabashed sarcasm, the corners of her mouth lifting in a confident expression that suggested she was ready for whatever challenge lay ahead.
"Oh dear... it seems I’ll have to stretch my muscles tonight," she said softly, her tone laced with deliberate provocation, completely dismissing Andaro's threat.
After she spoke, she suddenly burst into laughter—a clear, ringing sound filled with contempt and challenge—as if Andaro were nothing more than a ridiculous clown who could not instill even an ounce of fear in her. Her fearless laughter echoed through the banquet hall, each peal tearing at Andaro's last shred of reason and brutally poking at his pride.
"This is what you brought upon yourself, fat pig," she said coldly, her gaze piercing into Andaro's heart like a blade, filled with extreme contempt and provocation as if mocking his vulnerability.
Andaro's face flushed instantly; his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands as his eyes brimmed with uncontrollable rage. His chest heaved with rapid breaths, sweat beading on his forehead—clearly incited to the brink of madness by Anna's words. He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Anna, his eyes radiating intense hatred like a wild beast out of control.
"You filthy woman!" Andaro roared, his voice hoarse and low, trembling with fury. In the next moment, he lunged forward violently, wearing a vicious and sinister expression as if he intended to tear Anna apart himself. His arm rose high, fingers trembling slightly as he prepared to seize her throat and silence her mocking tone once and for all.
However, just at that electrifying moment, the lights in the banquet hall flickered suddenly before plunging the entire space into impenetrable darkness. In an instant of darkness, silence enveloped the surroundings as if all sounds had been swallowed by this sudden void. The commotion ceased abruptly; even breathing sounded unnaturally loud.
Guests gasped in shock; terrified whispers and footsteps echoed chaotically in the dark as panic spread through the crowd. A wave of unrest surged among them—people pushed against each other while shouting; the sound of something crashing to the ground added to the chaos as everyone helplessly sought direction.
Andaro's movements froze; his hand hung in mid-air while his fierce expression appeared absurd in the darkness. He scanned his surroundings, trying to locate Anna amidst the blackness but saw nothing—every shadow was swallowed by the overwhelming dark. Squinting slightly, uncertainty flickered across his face; anger mixed with unease as he realized he had lost control over everything.
In contrast, Anna remained calm in the darkness, a cold smile gracing her lips. For her, this darkness was not a threat but rather an ally that provided endless cover. She keenly sensed that this sudden chaos could serve as an opportunity for her; her heartbeat steady and composed even brought her a hint of pleasure from having successfully gained concealment.
"Such a foolish fat pig."
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