"Who am I?"
White Mitchell's face was cold and stern, with a touch of playfulness: "Aren't I the one you're looking for? The trash you were talking about!"
Trash?
Hiss!
Hearing those two words, the lead man felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
This meant that not only had White Mitchell discovered their tracks, but he had also heard all their conversations.
From start to finish, they had been exposed to White Mitchell's senses, without missing a word.
So terrifying!
His counter-surveillance skills were indeed too terrifying.
Now, he really doubted whether this young man before him was a genius from some assassin organization.
However, the leader was, after all, an experienced treasure hunter.
Even when facing danger, he could still manage to keep a bit of composure.
"You really think we're easy to bully? Yes, I underestimated your abilities, but do you think that you can take me down that easily!?" The leader said indignantly.
