The guards had just taken a step forward, but were forced to retreat, afraid of being blown to pieces.

"You're all useless! Get me a sniper!"

Kevin's face was dark and intimidating.

How dare someone provoke the royal family! They have a death wish.

A maid stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this woman is clearly trying to rile you up. Please don't fall into her trap."

"What do you suggest I do, Jayla? Let her blow up my palace?"

"Of course not. I think you should immediately contact the duke. Since this woman claims to be sent by the duke, then have the duke come and deal with her in person."

"Yes, you are right."

After Kevin finished speaking, he instructed the guards, "Go to the Duke's Palace immediately. Even if you have to tie him up, bring back Ian here."

"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, the sniper arrived.

Bradley saw the situation deteriorating and swiftly headed toward the palace.

Freya stood up and casually dusted herself off as she said, "Do you think a sniper can kill me?"

After she finished speaking, a silver light flashed with a flick of her finger.

In the next instant, the sniper fell backwards and rolled down from the roof

"Your time is running out. Only seven minutes left. Do you still want to waste your time?"

She could easily throw a bunch of bombs and directly blow up the entire palace.

However, she did not do that. She just wanted to see how these people would try to fight back.

In the end, very few of them actually dared to defuse the bombs.

The king's guards were unexpectedly useless.

She was not in the mood to play with them, so she turned around and left.

Anyway, she had to blow up the palace tonight.

As for whether these people could escape, it depended on them.

Kevin saw her leaving and angrily barked out, "After her."

After that, the guards swarmed over.

Freya coldly sneered and threw two more bombs before jumping to the rooftop of another building.

In the distance, Bradley had just caught up and saw that she had already left. He followed closely behind.

Seven minutes later.

There was a loud boom as the entire palace exploded.

Even though there was a considerable distance between them, Freya could hear their cries of agony.

Freya stood on the roof and glanced back.

Those who went to defuse the bomb had all been blown away.

As for Kevin, he managed to keep his life with the guards' protection.

Bradley followed from afar. When Freya turned around, he had a good look at her face.

This face. Can it be…

Mystica?

He was stunned.

Freya is Mystica, the top-ranked assassin on the dark web?

Bradley's eyes slightly widened with a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Over the years, he has been investigating the identity of Mystica.

However, she was like a mystery and nowhere to be found.

No one knew what Mystica looked like, but he had crossed paths with her before and easily recognizes her face.

No wonder she was so skilled.

No wonder she always snuck out.

This was her big secret all along.

Shadow One also saw Freya's face as she was following behind Bradley. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Leonard, Madam is… Mystica?"

Bradley's lips curved. "Starting tonight, you don't need to continue monitoring her. With her skills, she can protect herself well."

He never would have thought that the woman Gabriel had sent to him as a gift would turn out to be one of the best fighters in the world.

First, she was a famous doctor with incredible talents. Now, she was the number one assassin, Mystica.

Interesting.

The woman that Bradley admired was indeed not an ordinary person.

Bradley was in a very good mood. The smile on his lips never faded.

The palace was already destroyed. Freya thumbed her nose and sneered as she prepared to leave.

Just then, she saw a figure flicker past not far away. Her eyes narrowed.

"Who's there?"

She looked out into the dark night and coldly shouted.

"Mystica."

A deep male voice came from the darkness.

Freya turned around and found a tall man standing behind her.

"It's you again!"

She narrowed her eyes.

She recognized this man. Last time when she was assassinating Ian, he had also followed her.

"Yes, it's me. We meet again," Bradley's eyes under the mask shimmered with a mysterious light.

The woman in front of him was his wife, and also the ruthless assassin Mystica.

What a shocking fact.

He had originally planned to publicly expose her, but now standing face to face with her, he suddenly felt like teasing her.

"Are you a stalker? You follow me time and time again. What do you want?"

Freya did not know this person.

He had tracked her down several times now, and she could no longer determine whether he was a friend or foe.

"What else does a man want when he follows a woman?"

He softly chuckled.

Freya sensed that she was being teased. She scowled. "Are you saying you like me?"

"No wonder, you are the top killer Mystica. You're very smart indeed."

Freya had no time for small talk with him. It was late, and she had to return to the villa before Bradley got home.

She did not hesitate and made her move.

Bradley stood still. When her fist swung toward him, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. "No need to be so fierce!"

"You scoundrel!"

Freya cursed under her breath and drew the dagger from her waist before slashing at his neck.

When the man saw that, he released her hand and leaned back slightly as well as taking two steps back.

Then, he swiftly attacked her at an even greater speed.

Freya had barely blinked when her waist was tightly embraced by a pair of strong arms.

The familiar scent of mint filled the air, causing her heart to flutter slightly.

A face flashed in her mind.

Why was she thinking of Bradley when she was trapped in this man's embrace?

"Who are you exactly?" Freya asked.

The man smirked slightly. His deep laughter rang in her ears. "Reveal yourself first, and I will naturally tell you who I am."

Freya's body froze.

She forcefully pushed him away and instinctively took a step back.

She stared at the man's face. Even with a mask on, she could still see his deep eyes and brows.

The black coat was danced in the night wind, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

The more she looked at him, the more alarmed she became.

The person in front of her was clearly Bradley.

Freya felt like she was dreaming.

The person who had been following her repeatedly turned out to be her husband.

Also, he was being so intimate with her. Could it be…

Had he already discovered her identity?

Freya felt a sense of foreboding and tried to run.

However, the man flashed through the air and quickly grabbed her wrist before pinned her against the wall.

Freya grunted, feeling a bit uneasy as she stared at him.

Why run? Aren't you good at fighting?" he tauntingly asked.