Nora's hair was tied neatly at the back of her head.
Her face was covered in gray camouflage paint, and the camouflage-print outfit she wore looked smart and well-fitted. Together with her army boots, she was a smart and dashing sight.
At the sight of Nora, Queenie's pupils shrank. Stunned, she asked, "You… Why are you here?"
Nora cast her eyes down. "You may have underestimated Black Cat's status in the industry."
Black Cat was the top assassin in the world. Every organization, no matter which, would show her respect. When Nora realized that Queenie had left by herself, she was absolutely confident that she would hire security services for sure.
Bodyguards hired at the last minute were unprofessional and unreliable. Their combat skills weren't as reliable as that of professional hitmen and mercenaries. Moreover, mercenaries only did what they were paid to do and would never betray their employers.
