Stay for a while!

Zsadin had already informed the HQ of their plans and sent a request regarding property documents of Brandon. Everyday she indulged in training herself rigorously, pushing to the extreme.

Time passed quickly and soon the confrontation day arrived. Wearing her gear, she prepped herself and put the guns and knives, covering it up with her uniform. As a Cannon official, she needed to maintain her essence.

Taking a deep breath, she finally left the base and drove the jeep herself to her destination.

Grabbing the papers in one hand and the other hand tucked in her pocket, she entered the dreaded place.

She was checked by James and led inside. Ever since, she had entered she felt a similar vibe but couldn't point it out exactly.

The place seemed as if it was cleaned thoroughly. The blood stains had disappeared but she could still smell the faint smell of blood. As usual, Francois was seated inside the same hall but had a table and an extra chair.

Francois stood up to greet her, grinning from ear to ear.

Pretending to be a man, huh?

"Officer, you are true to your words! You came alone and also brought my gift!", smirking he looked up at her.

"These are the documents and a treaty that you would be signing indicating that you will you matters to just F country!", taking the documents she arranged them and handed over to him.

As she looked around her, she felt as if the number of men around them had increased. Straightening her back, she got in alert state. Francois signed the treaty and shook hands with her, smiling. The moment she turned to leave, he stopped her.

"Officer, what's the rush? Stay for a while!", and he stepped towards her.

As he waited to see her expressions change, she suddenly laughed, shocking him.

She is surrounded by barbaric men and has the audacity to laugh!

This infuriated Francois and he signalled one of his men to attack her. Sensing danger, she dodged his attacks and landed a very powerful punch on his face which sent him wailing. Quickly, she removed a knife and slashed his neck, blood spurting out on her white uniform.

Francois stood flabbergasted, as she wiped the knife using the struggling man's clothes and turned towards Francois. Her eyes were filled with murderous glint and the air turned heavy. As she took a step forwards, he took a step back until he hit the chair and sat down on it.

"I didn't expect your men to be so sloppy, ignorant rookies!", she placed the knife and the treaty file on the table.

Francois gathered his wits, "And I didn't expect that a woman can be so ruthless!"

Zsadin smirked looking at him, scaring the shit out of his men.