"Wait, wait, Miss... I have valuable information that you may find useful," the man attempted to entice Scarlett with the promise of his knowledge.

Scarlett locked her gaze on the man, scrutinizing his eyes for any signs of deceit. To her surprise, she detected the truth in his words. Instantly, her interest arose. 

"Alright, but it had better be truly important. Otherwise... I'll ensure your flesh becomes food for the hungry beasts on the mountain!" Her voice was soft, yet enough to send a chill down the man's spine, almost causing him to lose control of his bladder.

"I know, miss. Please, please listen..." the man pleaded, wiping away the blood from his mouth. 

Scarlett's impatience ran thin, "Then speak up now!" 

"Our boss sent another highly skilled team to track you down," he revealed, his voice filled with urgency.

Scarlett's eyebrows furrowed as she absorbed the information. Hearing about the more capable team annoyed her a bit, but she maintained her calmness.

"More capable than you?" she asked with a hint of skepticism. "If that's the case, you truly weren't worthy of being called assassins. Merely an infamous gang of amateurs."

The man winced, realizing the truth in her words. He felt a mix of shame and admiration for the woman standing before him. No wonder their boss warned them to be careful of this young girl, but he was too stupid to ignore his boss's warning. What a shame!

"Please, allow me to continue," he pleaded desperately. Upon seeing her nod, he took a deep breath and continued, "Miss, in our guild, there are three levels of TOP assassins: Bronze Team, which you eliminated on B Island, and Silver Team, to which I belong..." He glanced at the rest of his men, who were now lying on the ground in a miserable state.

"Damn it, what do you want to talk about? I have no interest in your Withers guild!" Scarlett interrupted, feeling irritated. She took a moment to compose herself before raising her gun again. "You're wasting my precious time, you pathetic asshole!"

Having dealt with the other assassins and ensuring they were incapacitated, Logan stood just behind Scarlett, his eyes fixed on the remaining man. The sight of his young madam in such anger shocked him. He remained motionless, observing the tense situation.

"Miss, please, hold your fire! I implore you to listen," the man pleaded, raising his hand to halt Scarlett's impending shot. Scarlett hesitated, keeping her gun aimed but waiting for him to continue. "The Gold Team is en route to this country. They are even more formidable than us..."

Scarlett's expression shifted slightly,  "Damn it! Is this the so-called important information you wanted to tell me?" she interrupted the man, and her annoyance grew stronger. 

Scarlett didn't care who was coming after her now; she would eliminate them all if they dared to show up. Even if that evil Jude Withers himself appeared, she wouldn't hesitate to fight and end him!

If only her uncle Noah hadn't forbidden her from seeking immediate revenge on Jude Withers, she might have claimed his life. She had no fear of him. She had the support of Fox and Xander by her side.

In addition to her uncle Noah's request, she also harbored concerns that Jude might use her as bait to draw out her mother from hiding. For now, she needed to be patient.

She will try to find her mother at all costs and would not remain silent if someone comes after her life. Anyone sent by Jude to confront her would meet their creator!

"No, of course not, miss... The information I wish to share is not related to that," the man said.

"Well, spit it out then!" Scarlett demanded.

"The Gold Team's target is not you, but someone who might be tailing you..." The man revealed, carefully observing Scarlett's reaction. He felt a sense of relief as he saw her lower her gun and fall silent, seemingly lost in thought.

...

'They sent their best assassin to eliminate someone who was tailing me? Who could it be?' Scarlett muttered to herself, trying to understand the situation. '...And what is the sinister Jude Withers' plan?'

After a moment of silence, Scarlett finally broke it by asking, "Who is the person they were targeting?"

"I apologize, miss, but I don't have that information. It is classified and exclusively known by the Gold Team. Our task today was simply to capture you and bring you to a designated location..." the man explained.

"Wait a moment!" Scarlett raised her hand, sensing something suspicious about the whole situation. She locked her gaze on the man for a few seconds before inquiring, "How did you know that I was your target? You're aware that this isn't my real face, right?"

Scarlett had been perplexed since earlier, wondering how these people could identify her as Scarlett Piers despite her disguises since leaving the Royal Garden.

She suspects there is an intruder in Xander's house, which will explain how they recognize her instantly.

"It's quite simple," the man replied, shifting his gaze to Logan. "We recognized him, Mr. Logan Lee. His face was too distinctive for me to forget." 

"..." Logan was speechless, 'Oh shit! Why am I the scapegoat?'

After turning his gaze at Scarlett again, the man continued, "Besides, we received information that you frequently used disguises, which allowed us to believe that you were in the car. That's why we follow the car to the old town..."

After a brief moment of silence, Scarlett asked with a nonchalant expression, yet her voice was as cold as ice. "So, you have information about me?"

"Yes, the higher-ups sent it to me," he hesitated before continuing, "Miss, I have the data if you'd like to see it..."

"I want to see it!" Scarlett declared. She desperately wanted to understand the extent of their knowledge of her.

The man swiftly retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Logan, who already stood before him. Logan's imposing presence seemed to unnerve the man, causing a shiver to run down his spine.