She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 71 Letting the Tiger Return to the Mountain

At this moment, outside the reception room.

Mr. Stone was heading towards the foyer; he wanted to leave the manor first.

Leaving the manor was not a sign of cowardice or retreat, but rather a way to better prepare for the upcoming war.

Yes, it was war.

Conflict is an understatement to describe Bill Montagu's resoluteness.

The Montague estate is no more; this is no joke, Bill was prepared to be utterly destroyed.

Mr. Stone, who left the reception room early, was unaware of these things, but that did not prevent him from making preparations in advance. He had realized that a war between the two sides was already inevitable.

As the intermediary in these negotiations and the mediator between Montagu and Lonkinswit, Mr. Stone decided to use armed mediation, which would both save face for the Bureau of Investigation and demonstrate its strength.

To put it simply, senior members of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, including Mr. Stone, plan to flex their muscles tonight.

These days, the investigation bureau has been relentlessly pursuing its goal of losing face.

Before the attack officially began, Anastasia and Mike's bodyguards clashed, resulting in the deaths of both men.

The Transcendent's act of killing someone in the street not only violated Gloria's laws but also disregarded the reputation of the Extraordinary Investigation Bureau, treating their dignity like a doormat.

On the night of the first attack, Anastasia killed three Beyonders in the street again, leaving them dead.

Although Anastasia's killings were in self-defense, and although the Bureau of Investigation was secretly involved in the attack, the Bureau of Investigation still lost face completely.

Then came the second attack, with both Montagu and Lonkinswit having human-caused superhumans involved. Even the Bureau of Anomalies stopped its underhanded tactics and instead dispatched a combat squad.

Needless to say, the outcome was dire. Two streets in the upper district were severely damaged, and the combat team sent out returned with only one body, which was then hung on a street lamp in front of the Bureau of Investigation. The Bureau of Abnormal Investigation suffered a complete loss of face and prestige.

The repeated embarrassments have led people to question whether the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations is still up to its task.

This is the most vulnerable spot in the hearts of the senior members of the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations. They can be scolded, even humiliated, but they cannot be told they are incapable.

Therefore, the Bureau of Anomalies is eager to dispel doubts and prove that it is still the powerful and reliable Bureau of Anomalies.

Just then, Bill Montagu presented the Bureau of Anomalies with an opportunity to prove himself.

The top officials of the Investigation Bureau were well aware that the conflict between the two sides was almost irreconcilable and that negotiations would yield no results, but they didn't care.

As long as Montagu and Lonkinswit can sit down and negotiate, regardless of the final outcome, the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations, as the intermediary, can at least salvage some face and prove itself.

Even if Montague and Lonkinswit were trying to use the guise of negotiations to engage in underhanded tactics, or even resort to violence, the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations could intervene by force, using overwhelming force to prove its competence and quell the nagging doubts.

Therefore, when Mr. Stone realized that there was a hidden danger in the manor, when he realized that the negotiations were just a conspiracy, he was not panicked at all, but rather somewhat excited.

Here comes my chance to prove myself!

Do you really think the Anomaly Investigation Bureau is just sitting around doing nothing? Do you really think the combat squads are all weaklings?

Mr. Stone concealed his excitement well, deliberately feigning sudden realization to lull Anastasia and Dulles into a false sense of security.

A good opportunity only comes once; once it's missed, who knows when the next chance will come.

Mr. Stone didn't want either side to realize that the Bureau of Investigation was actually prepared. If both sides chose to stop tonight, how could he possibly see a bloodbath?

"Wait a moment."

Dulles, who had been sitting in the shadows, suddenly blocked Mr. Stone's path.

"Mr. Stone, please stay where you are and wait until Mr. Lonkinswit leaves the drawing room. Do not go anywhere else."

With his long hair flowing down his shoulders, Dulles was dressed in black, his expression cold and imposing.

"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Stone asked, knowing the answer already.

Before he could finish speaking, Iris Warren had already stepped in front of Mr. Stone. She knew she was no match for Dulles, but she still stepped forward.

"It means nothing." Dulles didn't even glance at Warren. "No one is allowed to leave this house without Mr. Lonkinswit's permission, not a single person."

Mr. Stone did not argue with Dulles, but turned to look at Anastasia, who was sitting diagonally on the windowsill.

"Miss Angel, this is Montague Manor. Don't you want to say anything?"

Since Dulles had taken the initiative, Mr. Stone naturally wanted to stir up trouble, and he didn't even try to hide his intention to spread rumors.

"Mr. Stone, you yourself said this is Montagu Manor, why are you bothering with this black dog?" Anastasia said. "Don't be afraid of being bitten. If a dog dares to bite, just kill it."

Dulles, who had taken the initiative, acted arrogantly, but Anastasia completely disregarded him.

I said, no!

Dulles did not move aside; he remained blocking Mr. Stone's path.

"No one may leave this house without Mr. Lonkinswit's permission, no one."

As he spoke, Dulles glanced at Anastasia, his meaning clear: Anastasia was included among everyone, and even she could not leave the house.

Mr. Stone, who was trying to stir up trouble, also looked at Anastasia. His eyes seemed to say: This kid is talking like that, how can you stand it? If it were me, I would definitely go up and beat him up!

"Dulles, your name is Dulles, right?"

Anastasia nimbly climbed off the windowsill and continued, "You were involved in both attacks against Mike, weren't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Anastasia's figure vanished. When she reappeared, she was already in front of Dulles, delivering a side kick to him.

The side kick came suddenly, and Dulles had no time to react. The powerful kick sent him flying, crashing heavily into an ornately decorated load-bearing column before he finally came to a stop.

Anastasia's figure disappeared again, and she reappeared in front of Dulles, pressing her elbows and forearms against his chest, pinning him firmly against the cracked load-bearing column.

"I'm asking you a question. You participated in the attack on Mike, didn't you?"

Anastasia's tone was chilling, and her eyes were even colder, like solid ice from hell, making it impossible to look directly at her.

Iris Warren, whose danger rating was only high, was horrified. She hadn't seen Anastasia's movements at all, let alone reacted to them.

What's even more chilling is that what seemed like a powerful blow was actually just a casual act by Anastasia.

It was only then that Iris Warren realized how ridiculous her anger and grudge were, and she was even somewhat glad that she hadn't continued to provoke Anastasia.

Mr. Stone, who longed to see rivers of blood, was equally horrified. He finally had a direct impression of Anastasia's strength, no longer just the pale and powerless words in the operation report.

Which bastard suggested killing Anastasia Angel in the first place?!

Mr. Stone thought so, but he forgot that he himself had initially agreed to eliminate Anastasia, this destabilizing factor.

At this moment, the two bystanders from the Bureau of Anomalies were still feeling alarmed and deeply shocked by the tip of the iceberg that Anastasia had revealed, but Dulles, who was pinned to the support pillar, did not have so many thoughts.

Before tonight, Dulles knew that he was very likely no match for Anastasia, and had even suspected that she might already be a natural disaster.

Tonight, Dulles's suspicions were confirmed; he was utterly helpless against Anastasia.

"Anatasia, he is still our guest."

Just then, Bill Montagu's voice suddenly rang out. He was standing at the door of the reception room, looking calm.

Longinswit, his face ashen, slowly walked out of the drawing room. His somber expression contrasted sharply with Montague's composure, just like Anastasia and Dulles at that moment.

"For Mr. Montague's sake, you won't die for now, but only temporarily."

With that, Anastasia released her grip and turned to walk toward Bill Montague, who was the star of the night, and Anastasia wouldn't steal his thunder.

With his back against the ornately decorated load-bearing column, Dulles's breathing gradually calmed down, and his turbulent blood and qi also gradually subsided.

As a superhuman capable of causing man-made disasters, Dulles is not without his tricks; he is not as easily defeated as some people think.

At this moment, Lonkinswit's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Montagu's decisiveness and Anastasia's overwhelming power actually made Lonkinswain consider retreating.

With a gloomy expression, Lonkinswit looked at Bill Montague, his eyes meeting Bill's gaze. Those eyes seemed to be asking him: Are you ready to go to hell?

The thought of retreat that had just arisen in Lonkinswit's mind vanished instantly. He knew that he had nowhere to retreat. Neither Bill Montagu in front of him nor the "Lord" hidden behind the scenes would give Lonkinswit a chance to back down.

"We'll see each other again soon, Montagu."

Gambler's mentality regained its advantage, and a revitalized Lonkinswit continued, "In a quarter of an hour, I will flatten this estate and crush Montagu into dust."

"We'll see, Lonkinswait."

Bill Montagu smiled slightly and continued, "I've already reserved a spot for you in Hell."

Lonkinswit did not continue with his threats. He walked arrogantly into the foyer and left the honey-colored house without glancing at Dulles again.

"Mr. Montagu, this..." Mr. Stone looked puzzled; he really didn't understand what these two were trying to do.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stone, I can't continue entertaining you tonight," Bill Montague said. "I have a score to settle with Mr. Lonkinswit."

"But, Mr. Montagu—" Mr. Stone pointed in the direction Lonkinswit had left, not understanding why Bill Montagu would let Lonkinswit go.

Anastasia, whose combat strength is far ahead, is standing right here. Bill Montagu could have forcibly kept Lonkinswait, so why did he let him leave?

"There are no 'buts'," Bill said. "Mr. Stone, you and Ms. Warren would be better off leaving as soon as possible."

Bill Montague was polite throughout the night, but when he said those words, his tone was full of threat, as if to say: If you don't leave, you'll die too.

Mr. Stone gave Bill Montague a deep look, said nothing more, and silently led Iris Warren away.

Bill Montague sighed deeply after all the guests (and enemies) had left the honey-colored main building.

"Anastasia, say goodbye to this manor!" he said.

Anastasia remained silent, looking at Bill's calm expression, and for a moment she was somewhat dazed.

Tonight, Montague Estate will become the graveyard of many, burying Lonkinswit's ambition and Bill Montague's rage.