"Wait up! Don't you think that this is strange?" Nightwalker suddenly stopped in his tracks in the dormitory.
The assassins from the Black Angel and the Iron Screen were indifferent. They broke the door lock and continued facing off. None of them dared to charge into the room ahead of another, for that would expose their backs to everyone else. This was a fatal situation for an assassin.
Even the mentor-level Black Angel would not commit such a low-level mistake.
Nightwalker took a few steps back. He was sending the message that he would not want to take part in this competition.
Although he felt that it was important to have a claim on Esha, he could not shake off the feeling that something else was hidden in the room.
The scene behind the door was too quiet. They had waited for a long while outside. No matter how sluggish a person was, there was no way that he or she would not make any sound by now.