Chapter 924
In the midst of chaos, Chloe Collins managed to snatch two small bottles from the necks of two individuals. By the time they noticed and tried to give chase, they were blocked by Alexander Foster.
Chloe held the two bottles as she ran towards the front, blending into the crowd.
She was hyperaware of her surroundings, able to detect even the slightest changes.
When a weathered hand reached out from the side, attempting to grab her arm, she'd already seized the wrist.
The person in front of her was an old woman hunched over, her snow-white hair concealed by a dark blue headscarf, dressed in a large cotton padded jacket adorned with plum blossoms, fat black cotton trousers, and a pair of old-fashioned black fabric shoes on her feet.
On the streets, anyone who saw the old woman would look no further.
Despite this, Chloe detected an anomaly.
The skin on her wrist was smooth, devoid of any spots, and her grip was intense, not at all like that of an elderly woman.
