บท 478: Assassin (Part 2)

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from her, the crew-cut man broke out in a cold sweat.

Although she was a woman, he hadn't expected her to be so formidable.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I'm sure I don't know Ángel Solana," the crew-cut man stammered.

When it came to preserving one's life, it was better to be cowardly.

In this area of Mercenary Market, killing wasn't as taboo as it was in the royal durian capital city.

This beautiful woman seemed serious, and preserving his own life was paramount.

Amalia let go of his collar, causing the crew-cut man to stagger and almost fall.

He didn't dare say anything more and hurriedly ran out.

"Are you looking for Ángel Solana?" the other man, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his expression genuinely curious.

He seemed to know Ángel Solana.

Amalia looked at him and asked, "Do you know where he is?"