Bab 128: THE TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST

The spy bumped right into a hooded figure, and then he shrunk back.

"You're the one who killed the man." The desert wolf said. "And you smell of my sister."

"I've been looking for you." The hooded figure responded.

"What do you want?" He asked. "I'll never work for you!"

Then, the desert spy spat in the face of the hooded figure.

The hooded figure cleaned his eyes and then gave the desert wolf a mighty blow, and he fell to the floor, bleeding.

For someone to hit the desert wolf and almost knock him out, making him nearly defenseless, meant that they were very powerful.

The desert wolf coughed blood on the floor, and then the hooded figure kicked him in the stomach, and he groaned.

It was as if something happened to his bones, and he was now rendered weak and immobile.

It was like all his strength was drained.