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Felicia set a trap for Shasha, one that was not particularly clever but sufficient to buy her some time. However, she underestimated Shasha's analytical skills and her understanding of Felicia.
In the mysterious eighth location, Felicia awaited Shasha's arrival, eager to witness her own victory in this game.
Yet, when Shasha's figure appeared before her, Felicia stopped swinging her legs at the edge of the platform, her face filled with disbelief. "How did you find this place?"
Shasha smiled as she sat down beside Felicia. "Because I know of this one place among the eight in New York, the only eighth-floor building."
Felicia fell silent for a moment before gritting her teeth. "Don't get too smug; you only won this time!"
"Then let’s agree to the terms," Shasha said, picking up the painting tube next to Felicia and waving it at her. If she were to remove her mask, her face would wear a smirk that was both playful and enigmatic.
Felicia didn’t linger long before leaving, and Shasha made no attempt to stop her because the game was not yet over.
For Felicia, this was both fortunate and unfortunate. Although she had lost the game, she encountered someone on her way out—a woman exuding charm and a mature allure that Felicia lacked.
Under the moonlight, the wine-red curls shimmered softly, and a playful smile danced on the alluring face. "I know you; you are the daughter of Spirit Cat."
Felicia's pupils constricted at the mention of Spirit Cat—a name that brought back difficult memories. Her expression darkened suddenly. "Are you a friend of my father's? Or his enemy?"
Arrivals shook her head with a smile. "Neither. I just know that such a person exists."
At those words, Felicia turned to leave without hesitation.
However, Arrivals called out after her, "Do you want to know how your father died?"
Felicia paused, her expression shifting unpredictably. She had never considered that there might be something suspicious about her father's death. He had clearly been imprisoned and had succumbed to starvation due to mental issues. Was there more to it?
"You think someone with your father's skills could be caught so easily?" Arrivals threw out another bombshell.
Felicia turned sharply, fixing her gaze on the newcomer. "Tell me the truth!"
Arrivals smiled, having achieved her goal. "If you want to know the truth, I can tell you, but you must agree to one condition, which shouldn't be difficult for you."
Felicia pondered for a moment before asking, "What condition?"
"Join our organization!" Arrivals revealed her intention.
For Arrivals, she was almost certain that the girl before her would not refuse. Her intelligence indicated that this girl cared deeply for her family. Using the truth about her father's death as leverage, there was no reason for her to decline; thus, Arrivals felt confident in her approach.
However, things often take unexpected turns.
"I refuse!" Felicia rejected Arrivals's offer.
Arrivals was taken aback. "Don't you want to know the truth about your father's death?"
"Of course I want to know, but I want to uncover the truth myself!" Felicia insisted, determination etched on her face. "As a thief, what I yearn for is freedom, not constraints!"
Indeed, as a thief, she had always longed for freedom. She would never work for anyone; she acted solely based on her own preferences and enjoyed a life of whimsy, occasionally teasing others.
In fact, the title Black Cat perfectly encapsulated Felicia's character. There were only misnamed people but never misnamed titles; that's how it was in the world of Marvel. A title often defined a person's character.
Perhaps Shasha didn't even realize what his title represented. He might not even understand himself; being called the King of Hell wasn't just a whim but perhaps stemmed from a deep-seated nature to become a dark knight.
Before long, the two parted ways, with Arrivals giving up on recruiting Felicia. Although the attempt had failed, it wasn't without its rewards; at least she learned that the person she had been monitoring was none other than the recently infamous King of Hell.
Thinking of this, a smirk crept onto her lips. Perhaps even Shasha himself didn't know that once he became a registered walker in the Dark World, he would have to accept oversight from S.H.I.E.L.D.
Still, she felt a tinge of regret because it meant she no longer needed to keep an eye on Shasha.
Stretching lazily, she couldn't help but muse, 'That man is truly interesting. It's just a pity there's not enough time; otherwise, I could devour him whole.'
Her tongue brushed over her red lips as that alluring smile gradually faded into the darkness.
When Shasha returned home, there was no sign of that suddenly bold colleague.
On the table lay a note with a message written on it.
"My work is done. I've already installed surveillance equipment in your home. You can choose to remove it, but I suggest you don't, as it will save you a lot of trouble."
Looking at the note, Shasha removed her mask, revealing a bitter smile on her face. She had not realized that the newcomer beside her was actually an agent. She should really win an Oscar; only then could her acting skills be truly appreciated.
Surveying her room, she wasn't sure where the surveillance equipment was, but with a careful search, she could probably find it.
However, why should she remove it? Since they enjoyed watching, let them watch.
With that thought in mind, Shasha undressed and, as usual, drifted off to sleep.
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