title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
Ten minutes past midnight. The night was pitch black.
A slender, dark silhouette expertly bypassed the manor’s security cameras and arrived at a small dirt path bordering the rear gardens.
The woman wore a long, black hooded trench coat. The oversized hood was pulled up, completely obscuring her face.
Yet, the aura she exuded was terrifyingly cold and undeniably lethal.
As she rounded the path p>
She paused and glanced back toward the main house.
The manor was completely dark.
Silent.
Not a single sound out of place.
A faint smile touched Serena’s lips.
It seemed her brothers were sleeping soundly.
They were just a little too naive.
If you really wanted to knock someone out without them noticing, why would you ever use food or drinks?
Things ingested were far too easy to detect.
Chemicals laced into clothing were just as easy to spot.
And the candy was practically an insult to her intelligence.
It was basically screaming at her that they wanted to drug her to keep her off the ship.
If you wanted someone to lose consciousness without putting their guard up, the best method was always something invisible, intangible, and omnipresent.
Like incense.
Colorless, odorless.
Seeping in slowly.
By the time the target noticed, it was already too late.
She was extremely confident in her custom blends.
After all, not everyone was immune to toxins like she was.
However, what Serena didn’t know p>
Was that while her incense was indeed flawless and undetectable p>
She had miscalculated one crucial detail.
Every single one of those men had planned to board the ship alone, using their own hidden aliases.
They had been entirely consumed with their own preparations and hadn’t actually gone back to their rooms to sleep.
Her meticulously crafted incense was currently knocking out absolutely nothing but the furniture.
Serena pulled her gaze away, melting into the shadows as she navigated to a camera blind spot at the end of the path.
A low-profile black SUV was idling there.
Serena opened the door and slid in.
Hazel was sitting in the driver’s seat. The moment she saw the new face, her eyes practically lit up.
“Holy crap, Demon p>
She sized Serena up from head to toe, clicking her tongue in absolute awed This face, you look exactly like some unhinged psychopath from the black market p>
“The eyes, the bone structure, the vibe p>
“Your disguise skills are getting freakishly good p>
The face Serena wore now was entirely different from her usual stunning, aloof beauty.
Right now, she bore a complexion of absolute, sickly pallor.
Paler than a corpse lying on a morgue slab.
With lips nearly devoid of color and a morbid shadow weighing down the corners of
her eyes.
The brow bone was sharp, the eyest slanted slightly upward. It was a face that was strikingly beautiful i deeply unsettling, almost demonic way.
She looked exactly like an underground pharmacist who had spent years haunting the black market, witnessing countless
deaths, and creating more than a few lunatics herself.
Insane and highly dangerous.
It was a completely unrecognizable face.
So unrecognizable that even Hazel—her closest friend who had fought alongside
her through life and death—almost didn’t recognize her!
If Hazel hadn’t been the one to arrange this specific cover identity p>
She genuinely wouldn’t have known who was getting into her car!
Serena set a silver-gray metallic case onto the seat next to her.
The case bore no unnecessary markings.
Just a tiny, intricate snake emblem.