The server stood before them, still frozen in his final pose, the light gone from his eyes.
Everything had happened in complete silence. That eerie atmosphere only made Zhou Ze feel more suffocated. The pressure these two strange men put on him was far more intense than Xue Jia's.
No. 13 swirled the drink in his glass, not bothering with the server No. 2 had dismembered. His gaze slowly swept across the bar as he searched for the source of this supernatural incident.
There was one out-of-control Disciple here.
Finding people wasn't No. 2's strong suit. He preferred solving problems in a more direct way, like he had with the overly friendly server. No. 2 tipped back his head and drained his glass. "Well?" he asked, turning to No. 13.
No. 13 frowned slightly, a puzzled expression appearing on his face. "I can sense that thing's presence. It's definitely here, but I can't determine its location."
After a brief silence, as if he had made up his mind, No. 13 took a deck of cards from his pocket. No. 2 pulled over a chair and set it in front of him.
No. 13 pressed his hands together over the deck for several seconds, then scattered the cards across the chair. He had thrown them with considerable force, yet not a single card fell to the floor.
The next moment, Zhou Ze saw something that made his blood run cold. A white glove appeared out of thin air on the boy's outstretched left hand. Under the glove's control, the cards on the chair began moving in a strange way. One by one, they flipped over, until only a single card remained face down.
The cards that had turned over lay in neat rows around the last one.
Zhou Ze instinctively counted