Uwa finally made up her mind—she wanted revenge. She would show no mercy to anyone from Illuminati, killing them without hesitation. She was still determined to eliminate the fat man. After half a month of investigation, she finally located his hideout. He and Basali had moved to a hotel.
After turning invisible, Uwa knocked on their door. Basali had become cautious and didn't open immediately. "Who is it?" she asked from inside.
Uwa replied in a high-pitched voice, "I'm the hotel staff." Unfortunately, her imitation was unconvincing, and Basali recognized it immediately.
"Just a moment," Basali pretended to agree while quietly retreating. Uwa thought she was coming to open the door, but after waiting for some time, nothing happened. Instead, six heavily armed soldiers arrived. She quickly hid to the side, fortunately avoiding a confrontation. The soldiers, seeing no one outside, knocked on the door. "Knock, knock, knock"—the door opened shortly after.
"Ma'am, where's the person you mentioned?" Basali stood at the doorway and asked, "What? You didn't see anyone?"
"No, we came carefully and didn't see anyone leave," one soldier said.
Uwa seized the opportunity and slipped through the door crack. Inside, there was only an infant; the fat man wasn't there. No matter how ruthless she was, she couldn't harm a baby. Basali exchanged a few words with the soldiers before closing the door, but she didn't dismiss them. She had no idea there was now an extra person in her room.
Uwa hid in the bathroom. With twenty minutes nearly up, she needed to change her air supply. The door slammed shut, startling Basali, who wondered why it closed by itself. Then came a "click"—the sound of the lock engaging. She jumped in fright but reassured herself, "It must be the wind." She gathered her courage and approached the door, but found it wouldn't open.
Inside, Uwa momentarily forgot her situation. When she heard movement outside, she asked, "Who's there? I'm in—" She caught herself mid-sentence, realizing her mistake. Outside, Basali turned pale with fear and quickly called in the six soldiers. Trembling, she pointed at the bathroom door, "She can't escape now. She's in there. I just heard her speak."
The men immediately raised their guns and shouted, "Come out now, or we'll shoot!" Fearing they might actually fire, Uwa opened the door. The soldiers expected someone to emerge, but nothing happened. One brave soldier carefully moved forward and peered into the bathroom. He turned to the others and said, "There's nobody in here!"
Another asked, "Are you sure? How did the door open then?"
"Maybe the door is broken?" suggested the brave soldier.
Basali interjected, "I clearly heard someone talking. How could there be no one?" All of them entered the bathroom to check. It wasn't very large, and they confirmed it was empty. Basali blushed, noticing her underwear hanging inside. Meanwhile, Uwa was lying in the bathtub.
"Ma'am, if you're worried, we can stay here," a soldier suggested.
"No need. Wait outside, and I'll call if I need you," Basali replied, thinking, "Am I getting sick? I keep imagining things."
After they left, she decided to take a bath. She closed the door and started filling the tub. Uwa had thought her hiding place was safe, but as the water rose and submerged her body, she choked and coughed slightly, revealing her form. Basali, who had just undressed and was about to get in the tub, first heard the cough, then saw a person materialize before her. She screamed and turned pale, quickly covering her chest.
Uwa stepped forward, gripping Basali's neck with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. "Don't scream. I won't hurt you." Still terrified, Basali could only nod.
"When will your husband return?" Uwa asked. With her mouth covered, Basali could only make muffled sounds. Uwa released her hand, and Basali asked, "Why are you looking for him?"
"I want to kill him. Everyone in Illuminati deserves to die."
"Madam, please don't kill him. I'll make him leave Illuminati."
"Will he listen to you?" Uwa couldn't help asking.
"He'll listen to me. He does everything I say."
Uwa thought for a moment. "No, I still need to kill him."
"Why? Are you one of General Ethan's people?"
"How do you know?" Uwa blurted out.
Basali thought, "So she is sent by General Ethan."
"Can I put my clothes on?" she asked, hoping to buy time until she could fight back. Uwa released her but pointed a gun at her head. Seeing Basali move slowly, she urged, "Can't you dress faster?"
Basali wasn't afraid anymore. She could tell from their conversation that this woman might be easy to handle. While dressing, she asked, "When did you hide in my room?"
"I won't tell you."
"Was it also you hiding under the bed last time?"
"So what if it was?"
"You're so skilled. Could you teach me how to hide like that?"
"Stop talking nonsense and get dressed!" Uwa demanded.
Basali smiled, "If you were a man, I wouldn't need to dress."
As Uwa was about to reply, Basali suddenly crouched down, punched her in the stomach, and grabbed the gun. "How about that? Now I've caught you."
Uwa didn't want to turn invisible in front of someone, as it would reveal her cloaking device—unless she planned to kill this person. Basali didn't alert the men outside; she wanted to talk with Uwa. "I know you're following orders. I don't want to kill you either. Tell General Ethan that I'll make Noel leave Illuminati. We have a child now and just want to live our own life."
"Do you love him that much?" Uwa asked.
Basali sighed, "When I first infiltrated his circle, I wanted nothing more than to kill him immediately. Later, I discovered he wasn't as bad as I imagined. Then I had his child and wanted him to live. Now, regardless of what kind of person he is, I just want to be with him."
After a long silence, Uwa said, "As long as you leave Illuminati, I promise no one will bother you again."
Basali exclaimed happily, "Thank you, Madam!"
The two women went from hostility to friendly conversation, and Basali even invited Uwa to stay for lunch. That evening, the fat man returned. Basali threw herself into his arms and said coquettishly, "Darling, I need you to promise me something."
I'll translate this chapter into natural English for you.