"He's athletic and in good shape. The God will surely be pleased."
Ah damn!
The young man was in a dilemma - should he go down the hatch or press forward?
'Screw it!'
The hatch was shut with great care. Placing the pouch of money on it, Adam reached for the twin daggers.
'Anytime now...'
The voice of murmuring exchanges gradually approached where the earthling was. Hiding behind a useless abandoned crate, Adam steadied his mind and simulated his moves a thousand times while his heart raced.
8 metres...
7 metres...
6...
5...
4...
3...
Adam reinforced his grip on the weapon as he squinted his eyes. The eyes turned cold with the shade of a ruthless assassin.
"Awu~"
