Hunter Bodyguard Company, third floor.
Ye Xiong's neck was clutched by a hand, and the reason he felt unable to breathe within the illusion was entirely because his neck was being held.
"I thought Reaper was something special, but that's all there is."
The one holding his neck was a foreign man, around twenty-five years old, wearing a neat suit, with glasses, looking very scholarly, just like a university's English lecturer.
His Huaxia language was very standard, as standard as if it were his mother tongue.
At this moment, his face was full of pride, seemingly very pleased to have trapped Reaper in an illusion.
"Little Gassov, hurry up and finish off Reaper, stop dragging it out," a voice came through the earpiece.
"Mr. M, why are you so anxious? He's now deep in hypnosis, there's no way he could wake up. I'm considering how I want him to die," Little Gassov said with a smug laugh.
