When Norman said these words, his eyes turned malicious and insidious. He squinted. He recalled a scene many years ago.
Norman never lost anyone, except one man. If his opponent were this man, he would never win. This man was so cautious that even Norman didn't think he was no more than a man.
So Norman tried all ways to find this man. Finally, he knew. It was from Stuart.
He was the best killer in William's organization.
His code name was K.
"How could I call you, Mr. Yates? Mr.president that steered a course between the black and the white? Or... mysterious K?
"Stuart, Stuart Yates," Stuart said in a cold voice. Then he stood up. Both men were tall and powerful.
They stood face to face. The atmosphere in the grave became weird all of a sudden...
"I thought I could never seize a chance to capture you. Thank you very much for giving me this chance."
Norman fixed his eyes on him. His eagle eyes were shining with vicious and cunning light.
