Chapter 202 - 138 Antia and Antasia (1)_2
The leader let out a sinister, twisted voice, his husky, strange laughter sounding particularly harsh...
Just then, with a slap, it seemed a palm landed on the leader’s shoulder. The assassin leader’s eyes, who was sneering malevolently, suddenly constricted, and the piercing laughter abruptly stopped.
His body stiffened on the spot.
A layer of fine sweat beads emerged on his forehead, mingling and rolling down his cheeks.
Hiss...
Who exactly was this person? To appear behind him without a single sound, completely undetected by him—if it had been a sneak attack...
An indescribable sense of fear swept through his body, causing the leader to break out in goosebumps, feeling almost as if his scalp was about to explode.
He dared not move; the other’s palm still rested on his shoulder, as if it would be effortless to take his life away.
His throat moved, feeling only the secretion of liquid in his mouth accelerating, suppressing the urge to scream out. The leader, suppressing the fear in his heart, tried to speak in a calm tone:
"Who exactly are you, sir? What do you want to do... It’s better not to get involved in certain matters, otherwise, it could bring trouble upon yourself..."
Immediately after, the leader just felt the palm on his shoulder slowly lift.