Chapter 47:
Ronan stared at the yellow-haired woman—the one who killed Sam—with a gaze as cold as ice. He recognized her instantly. The red armored suit, the confident smirk, and the calm posture amidst chaos. She was one of the strongest among the Red Vanguard, the cursed organization's top enforcers.
He had fought two before—brutal encounters that nearly cost him his life. But he survived. He won.
Now, he gripped his twin blades tighter and crossed them in front of him. Ready.
High above on a rooftop, the woman blew a lazy puff of smoke, her yellow hair fluttering in the wind.
"Tch… Big words, blade boy," she sneered. "Let's see if you can back them up."
With a flick of her fingers, a barrage of bullets shot out from her floating snipers—fast, precise, and deadly. She expected Ronan to drop dead instantly, riddled with holes.
But something else happened.
Ronan moved.
