The leader let out a sinister, twisted voice, his husky, strange laughter sounding particularly harsh...
Just then, with a slap, it seemed a palm landed on the leader's shoulder. The assassin leader's eyes, who was sneering malevolently, suddenly constricted, and the piercing laughter abruptly stopped.
His body stiffened on the spot.
A layer of fine sweat beads emerged on his forehead, mingling and rolling down his cheeks.
Hiss...
Who exactly was this person? To appear behind him without a single sound, completely undetected by him—if it had been a sneak attack...
An indescribable sense of fear swept through his body, causing the leader to break out in goosebumps, feeling almost as if his scalp was about to explode.
He dared not move; the other's palm still rested on his shoulder, as if it would be effortless to take his life away.
