IMUC-CHAPTER 222 THE BLACK QUEEN

"Beautiful! An absolute beauty!"

"She's my dance partner. I will ask her to dance with me!"

"Get lost! She's mine! I'll pay a hundred grand for a chance with her."

"I dare you to say that again…"

In an instant, the entire ballroom, filled with gentlemen who had moments ago been the epitome of sophistication, now turned their attention away from their dance partners to fiercely compete for the attention of the elegant Asian woman.

In Eastern idiom, one could say, "A beauty that brings calamity," and it seemed quite fitting at the moment!

"Oh my God, how did she show up tonight?" Elle wiped away her tears and, upon seeing the woman who had everyone's eyes, her mouth dropped open, and her still slightly reddened eyes filled with astonishment. "Headline news! Another headline for tonight!"

"Hmm?" Kyle snapped back to reality from his momentary lapse. He was undeniably a powerful being now, more than a hundred times stronger than humans, and his emotions had been greatly dulled. He leaned back and looked in the direction of Elle's exclamation, locking eyes with the elegant Asian woman.

"Raina?" He muttered softly to himself with a hint of surprise in his words.

Although she had matured considerably, no longer displaying the youthful innocence of her past, the aura and the Ability Cards she once possessed remained eternal.

"Raina, huh? Isn't that the Black Queen of the Queen's District?" Elle's face flushed with excitement. As a woman herself, she was even drawn to the woman's charm and said in excitement, "The Queen of the mysterious underground organization in the Queen's District. She's beautiful, powerful, and wealthy, all rolled into one. She's considered the perfect woman. I heard that prominent figures in New York, even the President himself, wanted to invite her to dinner, but she turned them all down. She hasn't attended any events for years, and I never thought she would be here tonight…"

"Queen, a perfect woman?" Kyle's lips twitched slightly. Was this description meant for the same Raina who used to be a white, innocent girl who always followed him around and loved to snuggle into his arms?

"Yes, so many years have passed, and you've grown up too," Kyle said to himself while shaking his head gently. He stood up from his seat, leaving Elle bewildered by his sudden move.

From the moment Raina appeared in the ballroom, her gaze was locked on Kyle and never wavered.

"Me first! I'm going to invite her!"

"Don't push!"

At the venue of the evening party, a group of gentlemen excitedly tried to move forward. However, as they approached within five meters of the Black Queen, they abruptly hit an invisible wall of air and fell backward, unable to move forward.

It was as if a mysterious force was pushing them all back.

As the Black Queen gracefully passed through the ballroom, the gentlemen and ladies around her instinctively retreated, giving her ample space to move. Until she slowly approached Kyle and stopped.

At this moment, Elle looked at the person right in front of her and felt even more amazed and stunned. Her cheeks turned even more flushed, and she stammered, unable to find her words.

Kyle, on the other hand, remained calm. He extended his hand naturally and spoke directly to the Black Queen, "I am not in the mood to talk right now. Care to dance with me?"

Witnessing this scene, Elle was completely shocked. What kind of invitation was this? Apart from the questionable tone, didn't Kyle know that he was inviting the Black Queen herself?

However, what happened next left Elle completely dumbfounded.

In response to the invitation, the Black Queen's once frosty expression softened, revealing a touch of tenderness akin to a young girl. Her gem-like eyes were filled with burning desire, and her slender hands eagerly clasped Kyle's large hand.

And then, the two of them began to dance to the music in the ballroom. Their movements were sharp and resolute, tinged with a hint of military precision.

Kyle took the lead in the dance, performing the same dance he had once danced with Peggy Carter when he had attended a belated evening party on behalf of Steve. It seemed that this dance was the only way to cherish the memory of a departed friend.

Time flew by without him knowing and that beautiful lady was gone. Unexpectedly, this dance had become one of their precious memories.

The onlookers were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

The once elegant and aloof Black Queen was now in Kyle's embrace, her delicate waist held by him, and her slender hand entwined with his. As they danced intimately, she displayed a soft and tender side, akin to that of a young girl. Her supple and graceful body leaned against his broad chest, deliberately relinquishing her initiative.

She could sense that her boss, who had just returned, was in a bad mood. So, without asking any questions, she went along with whatever he did. Whether it was killing or dancing, she was there to accompany him.

This was who she was, whether her identity was Raina, Scarlet Eye, or the Black Queen. Regardless of the years that had passed, she would forever be the knife in Kyle's hands, willing to be used by him alone.

Kyle and Raina, after years of separation, were reunited in this way. They ignored everyone else in the room and danced as if they were in a world of their own. Their rhythm and movements were seamless, evoking a soul-stirring beauty.

The gentlemen and ladies around them watched in awe, frozen in the moment.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen next to the ballroom, Red Ten, a professional infiltrator, silently incapacitated a waiter and dragged him into a dark room. He quickly changed into the waiter's uniform.

With a meal tray in his left hand, he concealed a blade in his fingertips underneath. He confidently made his way towards the ballroom.

Inside the dimly lit ballroom, most of the attendees were now standing at the periphery, entranced, and the room was filled with only the sound of music.

"Strange, why is it so quiet? And why has the dancing stopped?" Red Ten had just approached the entrance of the ballroom and realized that there was almost no noise inside. Most of the gentlemen and ladies were standing at the edges, staring blankly at the center of the ballroom.

As Red Ten reached the entrance and saw the two figures dancing, he immediately recognized them. One of them was his target for the night!

And the other…

Red Ten suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils contracting. It was as if a cat had spotted a lion, and his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He began to realize a terrifying and highly probable possibility.

"Let me take another look… Let me see." He took a deep breath and, with renewed determination, carefully examined the silver-haired youth on the dance floor. Gradually, the figure and side profile of the youth began to merge with the portrait of the family head that hung in the family base.

Without further hesitation, Red Ten decisively turned around. The tray in his hand fell to the ground unnoticed as he rushed out of the ballroom and the evening party venue.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"

As he sprinted out of the evening party venue, Red Ten, still in shock, had bloodshot eyes. His veins were bulging, and his face contorted with fear and anger. Through gritted teeth, he uttered each word with seething rage: "Raza, Obadiah Stane! What grudge do you have against me? You've gone to such lengths to harm me!!!"

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