On the coastal highway by the East Sea, the night was as dark as ink.
The dim yellow streetlights stretched the two women's shadows long, only for them to be swallowed at the next intersection.
Luo Ziyan was still humming an off-key tune. "In weather this cold, I want to puff on an e-cigarette, but Rick's out of battery."
"But Snow Leopard has gone missing, unable to peel away my hypocritical mask..."
"But money~ drifted into my eyes, blurring what I was do..."
Her singing came to an abrupt halt.
Because the man in black was already standing ten meters ahead of them.
He did not rush to attack. He merely stood there quietly, the hem of his trench coat flapping sharply in the sea breeze.
The suffocating pressure came in waves like a tangible tide, crushing down on them until they could barely breathe.
"Ladies." The man in black spoke in a gentle voice.
He even sounded slightly courteous, like a butler at some upscale club.
"Would it be convenient to have a chat?"
The smile vanished from Luo Ziyan's face. She stared fixedly at the man in black, every muscle in her body tensing.
"Nothing to talk about."
With a flick of her hand, her contract mark lit up, ready to summon her contracted beast at any moment.
Demon Blade Princess was even more direct. Her long blade was already half-drawn, its cold edge reflecting the streetlight, while her crimson eyes were filled with vigilance.
"Who exactly are you?"
The man in black did not seem surprised by their hostility. Instead, he gave a soft laugh.
That laughter echoed across the empty highway, sounding especially eerie.
"Don't be afraid."
He slowly raised his head, and his formerly indistinct face became clear beneath the shadows.
It was an utterly