Despite the cold wind blowing through the villa, it was incapable of dispelling the stifling heat in the air, nor could it quell the restless stirrings deep within people's hearts.
Upon hearing Nuanyu's words, the Glass Assassin's heart pounded relentlessly.
Watching as the veins on the hand holding the gun erupted like angry serpents, and not too far from the table, a ruthlessly cold smoothbore shotgun owned by the Glass Assassin was perched. Yet, Nuanyu gave no indication of backing down, "So you still can't comprehend it?"
"I suppose I'm a bit slow on the uptake."
The Glass Assassin seemed to be smiling, but beneath his mask, you would find an expression of forced politeness and awkwardness painted onto his face.
He had never encountered anyone who dared show such disrespect, let alone a woman!
He clearly understood Nuanyu's implication--that she dared to threaten to get rid of him?
He truly failed to understand how a woman like her could possess such audacious confidence.