Although the hotel was dark and noisy, these assassins were all specially trained. After continuously losing companions, the two of them finally sensed that something was amiss.
"Tom, something isn't right," said a black assassin.
The one called John furrowed his brows, as the two of them were old acquaintances, "Tom, have you noticed anything?"
The black assassin Tom shook his head. It was too dark here now; they could not see anything clearly. They also didn't recognize the other assassins, and moreover, they had all scattered during the recent fight. Now, even if they wanted to contact others, there was no way to do so.
"Although I haven't noticed anything, I think I heard the sound of a throat being slit," Tom said in a grave voice.
John furrowed his brows. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind. His pupils contracted sharply, and just as he was about to shout, he found his mouth already covered.
"Tss~"
