William Cole ignored Iris Carter, his silver needles flicking out, sinking two more into Esme Garcia's body.
At this moment, the pond water inside the ice house started to boil, as though it were water being heated for tea.
"William Cole, this world really is small," she said.
"It hasn't been long since we parted in Hong Kong, yet here we are, reunited in the Philippines."
Iris Carter, clad in long boots, walked up. She raised her gun, aiming it at William's head, "It's a pity I didn't kill you back in Hong Kong. And now, you've walked right into my hands."
"Looks like I've won this time. So, how would you like to die?"
"Should I blow your brains out with this gun, or should I capture you and torture you slowly, cutting away bits of your flesh?"
William Cole shook his head gently, "It's yet to be seen who the deer will fall to."
"How can you be so sure you've won?"
"Hehehe."