She pulled out two daggers from her waist, intending to step forward and end Joey's life again to wash away her shame, but then she stopped in her tracks.

"The operation hasn't even started yet, so I can't act rashly this time, lest I alert the enemy!"

The female ghost stared at Joey in the distance, feeling unwilling, but unable to follow her heart any longer.

"Hmph, I'll let you live a little longer then. Hopefully, you won't get in our way this time!"

Lan muttered a few words to herself, then turned and left, walking in the opposite direction of the street.

"Um?"

Joey, who was on high alert, suddenly looked suspicious.

"What's wrong now, Joey?"

The bearded man was very sensitive to any changes in Joey and hurriedly asked.

"Those eyes in the shadows are gone!"

Joey relaxed completely. The damp shirt on his back sent a chill down his spine, which was no less than before, but he felt much more comfortable.

"Gone?"

The bearded man and Medes spoke in unison, clearly shocked as well.

"Does this mean she's not planning to attack you again?"

"I don't think so. This means that this great battle is really about to begin. She just didn't choose to act now for the sake of the overall situation!"

Joey wasn't a brainless guy; seeing that Lan hadn't made a move, he immediately started analyzing the situation.

"Then we..."

"Us? Heh, let's continue eating and drinking as usual. If a real fight breaks out later, we'll just have to put in a little more effort!"

As Joey spoke, he grabbed a large meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending that the little incident had never happened.