THIRD PERSON'S POV
Hop! Hop! Hop!
"Hmm." Demon stopped hopping and looked around. "Looks like that old man has moved," she said to herself and continued to hop again.
The quiet surroundings confirmed her suspicions—there was no trace of an explosion. She figured her allies outside had moved to stop the detonation, which was correct. Venom, Ripple, and Mr. Azakura, along with the people Conan had sent, were crucial in preventing the disaster.
Conan, although imprisoned and with limited movement, still had a source feeding him information. This allowed him to issue orders, and his people, by disrupting the enemy's plan, had bought Demon enough time to carry out her own mission: to kill all the masks.
"What the heck? Where am I going?" She stopped when she realized she had been walking aimlessly.
"Hi, can you hear me?"
Demon looked up and raised her middle finger at the drone that had been following her.
"Stop following me," she threatened, throwing stones at the drone, which dodged skillfully.
"Ahh, whoever controls it is good," Demon whispered. She took off one of her sandals and, without a second thought, threw it at the drone. The 12-inch heel pierced the drone. "Too bad those sandals are my type," she murmured, approaching the drone.
"You really don't have a heart. I'm here to help you. You look like you're lost," the drone's speaker said.
"At your 5 o'clock, you will see two masks."
"Thanks," Demon said, bored. She stepped on the drone repeatedly until it was destroyed.
"Huh, she's really crazy," Uno, who controlled the drone, said, laughing. "Looks like she knows you sent that, so she doesn't want to accept it."
"Shut up, Uno," Uno's companion said before puffing on a cigarette. "Open the screen. I want to see what she will do with the two masks."
Uno immediately obeyed the order, and they both watched as Dos, Jarvis, and Demon fought.
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Demon didn't waste time and immediately headed to where the drone had directed her, planning to kill whoever controlled the drone if the information was wrong.
In the distance, she could see two silhouettes. Smiling, she swung on a tree branch and safely landed in front of them.
"Hi!" she greeted the two cheerfully. As usual, Dos immediately knelt down in respect.
"Stand up, you are no longer a member of the White Monarchy. You don't need to kneel," Jarvis helped Dos stand while Demon watched them with amusement, thinking about how she would kill them in a "romantic" way.
Suddenly, Demon lunged forward, her movements fluid and precise. She spun on her heel, delivering a powerful kick to Jarvis's chest, sending him crashing into a tree. Dos barely had time to react before Demon was upon him, her fists flying in a rapid succession of punches. He stumbled backward, trying to defend himself, but Demon's relentless assault gave him no chance to recover.
Jarvis, shaking off the impact, drew his weapon and charged at Demon. She anticipated his move, sidestepping and grabbing his arm, twisting it behind his back. With a swift motion, she disarmed him and knocked him to the ground. Dos attempted to intervene, but Demon was faster. She delivered a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling next to Jarvis.
