She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 39 A Just Cause

As night deepened, Anastasia walked alone on the dark street.

She walked through several streets, seemingly aimlessly, as if she had nowhere to go.

The streets grew increasingly deserted at night, with fewer and fewer pedestrians around. The surrounding square buildings emitted no light, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow on either side.

As Anastasia walked, she suddenly stopped. She felt a strange stinging pain in her neck, as if someone was watching her. But when she looked around, the street was empty and there wasn't a soul in sight.

The strange stinging sensation in my neck came on quickly and went away just as fast, as if the feeling of needles pricking my skin was just an illusion.

Anastasia turned her head to look at a dark alley. There seemed to be a person standing by the low wall in the alley. Then she looked up and scanned the tall buildings on both sides of the street, but this time she saw nothing.

"Miss Angel."

A completely unfamiliar voice came from the dark alley.

Immediately afterwards, a man emerged from the dark alley, approached Anastasia, and blocked her path.

The man blocking the road looked to be in his thirties, wearing a sharp suit, with his hair neatly styled and his beard trimmed.

"Miss Angel, please allow me to introduce myself."

As the man blocking the road spoke, he pulled an ID from his suit pocket and showed it to Anastasia.

He continued, "I'm Patrick Rollins, a senior investigator with the Bureau of Anomalies. And those three—" He pointed behind Anastasia, "are my colleagues and my team members."

Anastasia glanced behind her and saw three figures appear on the empty street. They were the same three people who had been disguised as waiters in the theater.

Of the three, the one standing in the middle was tall and muscular, and judging from his appearance alone, he seemed to be a sadistic transcendent. The other two did not have any obvious physical characteristics, so it was impossible to tell anything about them.

The bodies of sadistic transcendents receive abnormal amplification; they are either tall, strong, or very tall and strong, and even women are no exception, with very few sadistic individuals being thin.

Anastasia looked away and turned her gaze back to Patrick Rollins, who was blocking her way.

Tonight's events were more complicated than she had anticipated. Although the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations had ulterior motives, they were not the attackers after all, making the situation somewhat tricky to handle.

"Mr. Rollins, your team members were disguised as waiters at the theater, tailing me. And then you stopped me on the way here. It can't be as simple as just showing me your credentials. Mr. Rollins, what are you trying to do?"

Anastasia's tone was relatively polite, and her words were restrained; she did not directly turn against the Superhuman team from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

Normally, the Bureau of Investigation's Superhuman team consists of five people with complementary abilities, but only four Superhumans appeared tonight. It is very likely that there is another person in the team hiding in the shadows, not showing up.

Anastasia was very unhappy. Whether it was the surveillance at the theater or their current secretive behavior, it made her dissatisfied with this team of transcendents.

"Miss Angel, we are just doing our routine work," Rollins said seriously. "We hope Miss Angel can cooperate with us."

"Official business?" Anastasia curled her lip. "What official business would the Bureau of Investigation have that requires them to tail me?"

Anastasia knew perfectly well what those old guys in the Anomalies Investigation Bureau were up to, all they did was fight amongst themselves; they were up to no good.

"Mr. Rollins, are you referring to me when you say 'official business'?" Anastasia's tone changed, and she said coldly. She didn't want to continue arguing with Rollins; it would be a waste of her life.

"Miss Angel is indeed intelligent!" Patrick Rollins said. "You should know that all Transcendent beings within Gloria should voluntarily register their identities with the Bureau of Investigation and accept their inquiries and investigations."

This was a rule established when the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations was founded, but rules are one thing, and whether anyone follows them is another. Very few people voluntarily went to the Bureau of Investigations to register their identity information.

The Investigation Bureau has always turned a blind eye to this, since the law cannot punish everyone. The Investigation Bureau does not have the ability to bring all rule-breakers back to the bureau for questioning.

"Miss Angel, you've been in Gloria for three months now, yet you haven't proactively registered your identity information with the Investigation Bureau, so—"

Patrick Rollins' tone changed, and he continued, "I hope Miss Angel will come back to the Bureau of Investigation with me."

"Please excuse me, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." Anastasia refused outright. If she went to the Bureau of Investigation, Mike's fate would be uncertain.

Seeing Anastasia make a move to leave, the three men disguised as theater waiters stepped forward and took a stance, subtly surrounding Anastasia.

"Miss Angel, I would be honored to come with me." Patrick Rollins dropped his pretense, his tone laced with threat.

"What do you mean? Is Mr. Rollins trying to force himself on me?" Anastasia asked.

"If Miss Angel is going to rely on force, we will have no choice but to exercise our law enforcement authority and forcibly bring you back to the Bureau of Investigation," Rollins said. "Please forgive us, Miss Angel."

Despite using a rule that was practically defunct to make things difficult, Patrick Rollins acted righteously, portraying Anastasia as a thug resisting law enforcement and threatening to use force against her.

This is what you call having a legitimate reason to act. No matter how filthy those old fogies in the Investigation Bureau are, they've already gained the upper hand.

"Mr. Rollins seems very confident?" Anastasia asked in return. Patrick Rollins seemed too confident, as if everything was under control.

Rollins did not answer, but his teammates responded on his behalf.

The three people standing behind Anastasia stepped forward again, each adopting their usual starting stance, ready to fight at any moment.

The tall, tyrannical man raised both fists, turned to the side, left hand and left foot forward, assuming a standard fighting stance, his angular face full of desire for battle.

The other two men, one drew two short knives, held them upright, and had a cold look in his eyes; the other raised his hands in front of him, his thumbs touching and the other four fingers facing each other in pairs, forming a triangle with his hands, aimed at Anastasia.

“Miss Angel, I just want you to go back to the Bureau of Investigation to register your identity information, that’s all,” Patrick Rollins continued. “This is Gloria, not some backwater. Here, people are expected to follow the rules.”

Anastasia Angel, who had only arrived in Gloria three months prior, seemed to be mocked. She could almost hear Rollins saying: "You stinking outsider, coming all the way to Gloria to beg for food..."

This made Anastasia even more unhappy. She hated it when someone acted bossy and condescending towards her.

What, does Patrick Rollins have more mothers than everyone else?

"Mr. Rollins, are you sure you want to go to war with me?" Anastasia asked. "Haven't you considered the consequences?"

"Do you think we're trash like Wyatt Hall?" Rollins said dismissively. "People as arrogant as you won't last long in Gloria. I've seen plenty of them."

Not only did Patrick Rollins display extreme confidence, but his three teammates also acted with great confidence, as if Anastasia was already a skeleton in a grave, as if the battle was over before it even began.

Whether this confidence stemmed from their own strength or from possessing intelligence related to Anastasia, they were far too confident.

"Angel, if you insist on resisting, I will have no choice but to take coercive measures against you," Patrick Rollins said.

"I hate the way you talk, Rollins," Anastasia said.

Before she could finish speaking, Anastasia had already rushed out, aiming to capture the leader first, and she charged straight at Patrick Rollins.

The slender, jet-black sword gleamed with a chilling aura, its incomparably sharp tip aimed straight for Rollins' throat. Anastasia wanted to kill him with a single blow and end the battle as quickly as possible.

Extremely confident Patrick Rollins curled his lips into a smile. Without making any move, a solid earthen wall suddenly rose from the ground, blocking Anastasia's fatal blow. The sword tip struck the hard earthen wall, but failed to pierce it.

The exceptionally sharp, slender sword suffered a rare defeat.

"Angel!"

Patrick Rollins shouted from behind the earthen wall.

"You violently resisted the Bureau of Investigation's law enforcement and assaulted a senior investigator. You are indeed an uncontrollable factor."

The reason the Bureau of Anomalies is targeting Anastasia is precisely this: she is an uncontrollable factor, refuses to be manipulated by those old fogies, and is very close to Father Lawrence.

"Let's do it!"

At Patrick Rollins' command, the burly, ruthless man charged forward like a wild dog.

Anastasia didn't want to become a punching bag, so she quickly drew her slender sword, which was stuck in the earthen wall, and turned around to slash at the charging Tyrant. The burly Tyrant used a dodge to close the distance, and while dodging the slash, he threw a heavy punch at Anastasia.

It has to be called sadism. He has no mercy for women at all. He hits people in the face, regardless of how cute their oval faces are.

Not wanting to become a punching bag, Anastasia dodged to the side, lightly tapping her feet to escape the range of the rampaging attack. In just one exchange, she had already roughly judged that the rampaging man's strength was slightly inferior to Rupert's.

The tall, ruthless man strode forward, relentlessly attacking the dodging Anastasia. He seemed to possess inexhaustible strength, each punch delivered with tremendous force.

Anastasia made another assessment: this person's strength was far inferior to Rupert's. Rupert was a real boxer, after all, he had fought in underground boxing matches, while this person... well, this person was just a brute.

Before the others could make a move, Anastasia decided to deal with the brute force-driven abuser.

The slender, jet-black sword drew a near-perfect arc, breaking through the tyrannical defense, and then the attack shifted, thrusting straight at the tyrannical man's chest.