Xia Wenjin flicked her fingers, and the silver needle at her fingertip gleamed. Her eyes glittered even more brightly than the stars in the night sky. Her smile was so sincere that it made people want to cry.
The assassin really felt like crying.
The gaze of the young man before him was as clear and cold as a spring, yet it carried an unwavering determination that was immune to external influence. Such a look was calm, piercing, and chilling...
He knew that this young man would do as he said, and it wasn't just a scare tactic. Especially with the precedent set by his companion right in front of him.
As the silver needle approached, sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes red with anxiety, shaking his head continuously.
No, no, no, he wanted to die!
