The newcomer was a man with a slender frame and a blurred face, as if enveloped in a thin layer of smoke.
The Caucasian woman named Liliya was terrified. This was clearly not the imbeciles she had shaken off. She stammered, "Who are you?"
Her accent was strange and her grammar was coarse. The man tilted his head, trying hard to understand but soon gave up, sighing, "Communication is difficult, you only need to know that I am here to kill you!"
The last four words were spoken in English.
Hiss!
Liliya and her accomplice shuddered, a bone-chilling coldness rising from the depths of their hearts, making them feel as though this person was utterly unstoppable. Instantly, the black cloaks moved without wind; the hoods flipped back, revealing that the accomplice was also a woman.
