Chapter 165: A World in the Palm of Your Hand

"So that's where you keep the records.." Said a disembodied voice from behind the broker's back.

A shiver ran down the spine of the kid-like broker, which quickly made a knife appear in his hand, and twisted his entire body, trying to cut whoever was behind him.

Before the tip of his knife could touch anything, he felt a metallic grip around his thin wrist, and a cold and sharp blade pressed against his neck.

"Don't push me, broker.. I don't need your head attached to the rest of your body in order to read that logbook." Said Daniel after appearing out of nowhere.

"Hehe.. Okay, you got me.. I take it that job was not real.." Said the broker as a few drops of cold sweat streamed down his back.

Daniel didn't answer to his question, and instead, he grabbed the black logbook, the small ring which the broker was still holding in his small fist, and disappeared once again.

After disappearing, the broker heard Daniel's voice once more.. It said "I'll keep in touch.."