Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 918 - 72 Night Raid on Ghost Face Gang

Small raindrops began to fall from the sky, sticking to the glass.

The impromptu performance on Revolving Street was rather hurried, but the enthusiasm from the audience at the scene remained high, as if encountering an unexpected surprise. Even the faint rain couldn't extinguish the fire in everyone's hearts.

After the performance ended, one hover bike after another ascended, naturally forming a formation as they followed the only star in the night sky, racing away.

Joyful, hearty laughter spread across the night as Alanna led the group like a roller coaster, weaving between the towering buildings, accompanied by occasional screams and laughter.

Half an hour later, the exhilarating night ride gradually came to an end. After signaling, many left one after another, yet a portion continued to follow Alanna.

The convoy returned to Revolving Street once again. Alanna lowered the altitude of her hover bike, raising her goggles slowly in the rushing wind to feel the drizzle and dew hitting her face.

A few minutes later, the hover bikes stopped collectively. Alanna shook the water droplets from her hair, wiped the moisture from her face with a simple motion, and walked towards a corner of the alley, where another group of riders, similarly ready for a night tour, was waiting.

The engines roared, yet before the formal start, Alanna led her group to block the path and stepped forward.

A man at a roadside stall surrounded by companions stood up to meet her. He wore a black jacket with a wolf motif, his lean frame radiating the tension of a beast ready to spring.

"Good evening, Miss." He looked at Alanna approaching, a playful smirk curving his lips.

"Not good, As." Alanna stopped and faced him from a distance.

The 'Wild Wolf' As shrugged slightly, "Seems the Miss has some trust issues with me."

"Of course, I don't trust you. Never did in the past, and now even less. I simply didn't care to bring it up before." She watched him closely, searching for any flaw in his demeanor.

"What a pity indeed."

After a silent pause lasting several seconds, he spoke again.

"I suspect the Miss didn't come to chat about old times, right?" He glanced at the people behind Alanna. While most were undoubtedly mortals, there were a fair few formidable Transcendents among them. He wasn't keen on entering direct conflict with so many people—too costly a gamble.

"I have lots of questions for you," Alanna replied, then raised her hand. Beside her, someone nodded, retrieved a control system, and directed drones to isolate the signals and block interfering recording devices.

"Oh, oh, such audacity—completely beyond my expectations," he feigned surprise, watching this unfold.

"But do you think this matter can be discussed openly? With so many outsiders around, if the news leaks out, tomorrow's headlines will surely cover everything."

"Suoga, head over there," Alanna commanded into her communicator. At once, a figure descended on a hover bike from above, landing within As's group.

"Let your men talk to Suoga. I know this isn't something only you are privy to."

"Impressive." He clapped his hands, glancing at the companions beside him. Some showed disdain, others appeared confused, while several looked on curiously.

"Mulin, you and Hawk and Qin—lead Miss Suoga to the shop and share details about the events of the day as appropriate. Don't worry, since I've tasked you with talking, I'm confident in handling this."

"Alright."

The three stepped forward and entered the shop with Suoga. Among them, Mulin was the one Duke had described: black hair tinged with yellow, ink-green eyes, and a face that suggested unsettling mood swings and fierceness.

After the three escorted Suoga inside, As expressed to Alanna that he had done his duty.

In response, Alanna chose not to press further and instead instructed her team to notify everyone that tonight's activities were concluded.

Many dispersed and left, though a portion remained, driven by curiosity. About 30 people lingered, and many were powerful Transcendents.

Minute by minute passed. About half an hour later, Suoga returned to Alanna's side, whispered a few words, and only then did Alanna dismiss the remaining people.

Those left behind were mostly individuals connected to the Connectors. They were privy to the major events of the Z group over the past two days.

"Now we can talk properly. Would you like to sit down here, have some barbecue and supper? Standing in the rain for too long might lead to catching a cold." As extended an invitation proactively.

"Hmph." After some thought, Alanna didn't refuse and went over.

Sitting at a night market stall, As exchanged a few words with the stall owner, who then began preparing signature grilled fish and lamb chops. As the mouthwatering aroma spread, the tension relaxed slightly.

"As I said earlier, I truly joined Miss's group with sincere intentions, without harboring ulterior motives. It's just that certain circumstances are beyond my control." He raised the glass on the table, toasting from three empty seats away toward Alanna.

"You always have your excuses." Alanna was unwilling to exchange many words with this cunning individual.

"Ahaha, what can I do? A small fry like me needs some wit to survive." He swirled the ice cubes in his glass.

At the edge of the street, Tilan dismounted from the hover car, stroked the lion walking alongside her, and asked Suoga about the situation.

"The situation is same as the beginning—they were threatened by another group and joined as a result." Such dealings were like a nesting doll, layer upon layer.

"Considering the efforts they've gone to—keeping identities hidden and implementing such elaborate protective measures—it's certainly unexpected. This layered doll-like method exhausts significant resources, and with so many links, even one mistake could lead to operational failure. Most organizations wouldn't dare use this approach."