As Howard uttered these words, he wanted to ask those around to catch me.
Dexter looked at Howard with frigid eyes, his gaze filled with uncontrollable murderous intent. Slowly, he released my hand.
I fixed my gaze on Howard, pushing aside everyone who was in my way. I slowly approached him.
Howard was in a state of panic. His injured leg was still bleeding as he backed away in fear. "What do you want to do? Why are you just standing there in a daze? Quickly, catch her!"
I smiled and looked at those people, intending to give them a taste of their own medicine. "We're indeed the planners of the game. Your survival depends on your obedience. If you obey, I can ensure your escape. But if you continue to follow him, death will be inevitable for you."
The few of them exchanged glances and stepped away. They were all frightened.
