In the recently botched deal, Ludo was the only one whose gaze was fixed directly on He Ao.
He had also witnessed the entire process of He Ao firing the gun — raising the weapon, pulling the trigger, the bullet passing through the wanderer's brow — everything was so smooth, like a Painter sketching out a perfect stroke on a canvas.
Everyone thought it was just a novice firing under stress, but Ludo alone caught that glimpse of extreme indifference; it was the composure of an experienced hunter facing an oblivious Prey.
And at that moment, he was the oblivious Prey.
A bone-chilling coldness enveloped his spine, as if every hair on his body stood up, trembling.
He looked into He Ao's eyes, into the depths of that cold indifference, and he knew He Ao would truly pull the trigger.
When a fierce hunter is unrestrained, then he becomes the most terrifying presence in the night.
