Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 891:

She flashed a sly smile and made a gesture toward the camera.

Q’s eyes widened in sheer terror. “Black Mallow! You’re Black Mallow!”

In that instant, Q realized he had made a grave mistake. He hadn’t fully controlled Marissa as he thought when he brought her to his cruise ship. Instead, he had let a deadly force right into his midst. The infamous Black Mallow was now on his ship.noveldrama

The legend of the mercenary world, Black Snake, was capable of annihilating an entire army single-handedly, and Black Mallow was even more terrifying than Black Snake. Q’s heart raced as dread seized him. What had he done?

His mind buzzed in panic, his earlier bravado crumbling into fear. He stood frozen in front of the computer screen, unable to comprehend the peril he had summoned to his doorstep.

Marissa, however, didn’t waste any time worrying about Q’s reaction. She sprinted down the corridor, bursting through the door at the end.

Every doorway was a gamble—each one a potential trap, leading who knew where. This time, she found herself in a large hall. She scanned the space for an exit, but more black-clad bodyguards rushed in, their faces filled with grim determination.

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Without hesitation, Marissa launched herself into battle once more. The hall transformed into a brutal battleground as she tore through her attackers with merciless efficiency.

But the guards kept coming—more and more pouring into the hall, encircling her. For a moment, it became increasingly difficult to end the fight quickly. Time was slipping away.

Above her, Q’s taunting voice rang out again. “Hah! Marissa, even as Black Mallow, you’re not invincible. I know you can be worn out. While I can’t find anyone on this cruise ship who can defeat you, I have plenty of people to keep you occupied until you collapse from exhaustion.”

He sneered, “Your sister, Tiffany, killed my daughter. I’ll use your lives to avenge her. It will be fitting to see Black Mallow, the feared chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, die alongside my daughter.”

Marissa disregarded Q’s threats and continued to battle the bodyguards. Despite being surrounded, she moved with ease, her skill and strength unwavering.

In the midst of the chaos, she heard a sudden uproar from the outer circle, accompanied by cries and shouts. It sounded like someone had come to her aid.

Although the wall of bodyguards obstructed her view, Marissa could tell from the commotion that her ally was incredibly strong, matching her own prowess. The way they dispatched the bodyguards with such efficiency made her wonder if it might be Tiffany.

The thought thrilled her. She eagerly anticipated the possibility of reuniting with her sister. Excitement surged through her, making her attacks even fiercer as she fought to end the battle quickly

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