The more clearheaded she became, the more things she recalled from the chase a few moments ago. The man clearly had several chances to throw her off completely his tail but he didn't. She lost him more than two times in the sea of people earlier but as bullheaded as she was, she kept chasing in the direction she thought he was possibly headed and as if by some miracle, he reappeared in the range of her senses and made her think as if she had been following right after him instinctively.
A bad feeling suddenly took over every one of her senses. The whole chase had the stink on it and she felt increasingly doubtful that she had been led right into a trap. While she might not be able to compare with the speed of the black clothed man, she was confident of taking on the man in contest of raw power and strength. Therefore, she knew that the target of the scheme was probably not her.
