Fear, helplessness, bewilderment, tension, nausea, numbness.
To speak of danger, it wasn't actually all that dangerous. This was their third encounter, and since Gao Guang hadn't made his move in the previous two meetings, he obviously wouldn't kill Hunter this time either.
Hunter knew this too.
But like this, over and over, meeting once every so often, just a few minutes after one meeting to have another, over and over, never ending.
Not ending was secondary, what was important was that every time Gao Guang appeared, he was terrifying.
Just when you thought it was over, that you could relax, Gao Guang would suddenly show up again.
Spending endless amounts of money paving paths, using the world's number one assassin as an aide, playing a game of cat and mouse in a ghostly manner.
"What do you want to do!"
Hunter didn't speak; the speaker was Butler, the only remaining bodyguard, who had to step forward.
