Chapter 1940: What''s the n?


    As they left the Western restaurant, Joyce pointed to a ck sedan parked by the roadside. "I''ve arranged for a bodyguard to


    take you back," she said.


    “Alright. And what about you? Heading back to work?" Clint inquired.


    "Yes. You rest up first, we can discuss the restter," Joyce smiled, ncing at her watch. The time lost today was really starting


    to add up, and she was eager to leave.


    "Don''t forget to consider my proposal," Clint reminded her.


    "| know," Joyce chuckled awkwardly, feeling Munin''s intense gaze on her as she was about to leave. "I''m off."


    "Wait," Clint pulled out a phone from his pocket. "Let''s exchange contact information and add each other as friends. This is the


    phone your people sent me a couple of days ago. I''ve figured out how to use it already."


    With that, he opened the phone to disy a QR code and handed it to Joyce. She had no choice but to ept. Munin seemed to


    have a knack for taking charge, and she found herself following his lead, influencing her own thoughts and actions in the


    process. It was a trait only a true leader possessed. She couldn''t help but wonder, was Munin truly just a scientist?


    Opening the phone interface, Joyce scanned the QR code. With a beep, she added Munin''s contact information and casually


    added a note. Once Clint had her contact details, he sent a smiling emoji and added, "If | get bored, | might text you. If you''re


    free, reply. If not, just ignore me. Don''t worry about me, I''m just too idle, have no one to talk to. Feel free to ignore messages


    from me."


    At this point, Joyce was left speechless. She awkwardly replied, "Alright, I''ll reply when | have the time."


    In that moment, she really hoped Munin would regain his memory soon and be sent back to W-country. Otherwise, if he stayed


    here and kept pestering her every day, she wouldn''t be able to handle it. Not to mention the big jar of jealousy waiting for her at


    home.


    Seeing through Joyce''s thoughts, Clint offered, "If your husband misunderstands, | can personally exin." Joyce quickly waved


    it off, "No need for that. Don''t overthink it, just go back and rest. | have things to take care of. | really have to go now."


    With that, she turned and hurried away. But as she turned, the corner of her eye caught an unusual ck shadow darting past a


    nearby alley at the intersection. Joyce''s sharp instincts immediately sensed danger. Something was off.


    Unable to tell who the target was, whether it was her or Munin, Joyce was momentarily frozen in indecision. It seemed her


    enemies were all dealt with, so why target Munin? Her body instinctively reacted faster than her mind could process.


    Joyce pushed Munin aside abruptly, shouting, "Get down, quickly!"


    Clint was pushed to the ground by her, frozen in ce. And then... a gunshot rang out, shattering the calm and causing chaos


    among the crowded street. People panicked and scattered, unaware of where to run. Some shouted, "Gunshot! Someone''s


    shooting!"


    The crowd was in a state of frenzy. The bullet hadn''t hit anyone,nding precisely between Joyce and Munin at the restaurant''s


    entrance, shattering the ss front and leaving a gaping hole, a terrifying sight.


    ncing back, Joyce felt a chill. If she hadn''t acted in time, Munin might have been killed. She was now certain, the target was


    Munin, not her. Someone was really trying to kill him! And they had tracked him down to Khebury. Her doubts about Munin


    vanished in an instant.


    "Stay here, the bodyguard wille to protect you. I''ll go after him!" Joyce pulled out her pistol, the "Pavna Witness," and held it


    firmly, rising to chase after the ck shadow that disappeared into the alley.


    Clint got up from the ground. "Don''t go, it''s too dangerous. Wait for me!"


    But he couldn''t catch Joyce, her movements were swift. The bodyguard, alerted, drew his gun and moved to protect Munin.


    "Don''t get up, it''s safer to stay down. I''ll protect you," the bodyguard cautioned. Ignoring him, Clint forcefully pushed the


    bodyguard aside, chasing after Joyce.


    The bodyguard, in a panic, followed after Munin. And so, the three of them moved against the flow of fleeing people, running in


    pursuit.


    Joyce tracked the suspicious figure, gun ready. As long as the assassin was within range, she could take the shot with her


    sharpshooting skills. The assassin darted through the alley, unfamiliar with the area.


    Asmirk yed on Joyce''s lips, confident that the assassin couldn''t escape her grasp. Getting closer, closer, even closer... when


    suddenly Munin leaped from behind and pulled her back, shielding her with his body.


    Joyce fired a shot, but Munin''s


    sudden interference caused her


    miss. The ass sinyen aniGhecinto thin


    ai leavirig Soyce frustrated. She


    pushed Munin aside, "What are you


    doing? You blocked me. It''s toote


    to shoot now!" Please read the


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    Clint, displeased, remarked, "Are you


    crazy? That person was about to


    shoot you! MeN ics ea, deperatd


    engin pavou h understand the


    danger of this situation? A woman


    with a gun, running around the


    streets like this, where''s your


    decorum?" Please read the original


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    Joyce was speechless. The assassin


    had slipped away, her efforts eRe


    waste. Frustra dand-siieechieds


    spp renter, nee it weren''t for you, |


    would''ve hit him! And now, he''s gone.


    Besides, he wasn''t aiming for me, he


    was aiming for you!" Please read the


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    At that moment, the bodyguard caught up, panting. "Miss Joyce, the Young Master is known for his sharpshooting skills. He


    never misses. Don''t you know that?"


    Clint, at a loss for words...


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