Chapter 792: Agent
Meanwhile...
"Ugh!"
Deborah let out a squeal as she crashed into a wall. She clenched her teeth, gripping her wounded shoulder, and glared daggers at the man who caught her and dragged her into the storage room. When she saw Hunter, the man who was standing outside Hera’s room, she fought fiercely. But with her current state, Hunter easily seized her and dragged her into this place.
"Hunter..." Her voice shook, glancing at the dusty storage room. "... is this place going to be my grave?"
A look of ridicule swirled in her eyes, letting out a series of jagged laughter. She shook her head mildly.
"No," she refused. "This place will not be my grave."
Hunter maintained a plain expression before he glanced over his shoulder. After a moment, he stepped into the storage room and closed the door. Seeing his action, Deborah’s shoulder stiffened as her mind quickly thought of ways to save herself.
’I’m sorry, Hera,’ she thought, knowing Hunter was one of Dragon’s most loyal henchmen. This man had a much higher rank than Deborah, and thus, she was certain he would kill her. There was already an order for her head, after all.
Deborah glanced over her shoulder, catching a few boxes of flour and some broken wood. This storage room hadn’t been touched for a long time. Thus, there were tons of useless stuff in this place. Even so, she had to used anything to defend herself since Hunter took her gun.