The Hunter Becoming the Prey
"The organization won't let you off."
Evan's voice came out hoarse and venomous.
Blood continuously dripped from the wounds in his body onto the cold ground beneath his feet. His breathing had already become unstable, and the aura around him fluctuated chaotically like a candle flame struggling against the wind.
Yet even in such a miserable state, the arrogance in his eyes had not completely faded.
For years, the Obsidian Wing had stood above countless shadows. Fear itself was one of its sharpest weapons.
He believed these two women should fear it too.
But Lina Ashford merely stared at him coldly beneath the dim moonlight.
"So what if they won't?"
Her voice was icy.
There was no hesitation anymore.
The long green-haired woman who once obeyed his orders now looked at him as if staring at a corpse.
A breeze swept through the empty street, gently lifting strands of her hair. The military knife in her hand still carried fresh blood.
