Katie Hades sneered with contempt, "Ose Owen, you think too highly of yourself!"
"Hehe... rest assured, you will die, but I must do it with my own hands! I won't let you off so easily! You will regret ever knowing Philip Yost!"
She intended to torture him slowly; killing him with a single blow before he experienced pain worse than death would be letting him off too easily!
"Hmph, the assassins from Duskfire Sect are indeed ruthless..." Fierce Eagle suddenly turned his head to the side, attempting to evade her hand pressed against his neck. The strength in his body began to fade again due to the effects of the drug, making even sitting up feel strenuous.
Soul Capturing Scent, this damn incapacitating drug made one feel powerless yet helpless to resist.
"Good, I hope you keep it up!" Katie Hades released her grip and suddenly threw the shirt fabric onto the floor. She stood up and no longer paid him any attention.
