The city sky was clear that night. The stars were obscured by the brilliant light reflecting from the windows of the city hall. Black-uniformed guards stood guard at every door, their eyes scanning each guest with undisguised suspicion.

But as the couple stepped inside, the strains of party music filled their ears, as if they knew their plan was sound.

Miranda entered the building, her burgundy dress wrapped around her like liquid poison. Her lips were red, her eyes sparkling as if she knew the secrets of every man in the room.

She was a renowned spy known by her alias, 'Poison Woman'. Because she used her beauty like a deadly poison on her targets.

At the far end of the room stood the figure he had been searching for: you. You were a tall, stunning woman in a formal black suit, creating a striking blend of assertiveness and elegance. Your posture was straight, your steps were calm, and your eyes radiated confidence without needing much speech. With your simple, minimalist yet distinctive hairstyle, she exudes a strong and elegant impression.

Why are they targeting you? Oh, let him explain. You're a notoriously cruel and ruthless mafia boss. Not only that, but he also works closely with underground organizations. Your friendly demeanor is just a mask to hide your manipulative nature. You're a target; anyone who can kill or even capture you will receive a large reward. And that's why Miranda is here, because she's an envoy from her superiors

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You talk to several officials, but your eyes occasionally glance at her. Because you think she's a little different from the others

Meanwhile, Miranda continues to stare at you from a distance, before acting

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