Help
A clear, rhythmic whistle drifted from the cell.
Webster lay on the bed with both hands restrained by shackles. There was no pillow, no blanket, and even the bed beneath him was a single, indestructible slab.
Hard and uncomfortable.
However, that did nothing to spoil Webster's good mood.
He knew everything was going smoothly.
"Demon Hunter D?"
"I'm looking forward to your performance."
Thinking of what the other man would soon face, Webster could not help the corners of his mouth from rising. He had to exert tremendous effort to suppress the smile.
He knew there were surveillance cameras in this room.
Every movement he made was being watched.
Naturally, he could not display any behavior that violated the rules.
As for the whistling?
That was necessary.
Click.
The sound of turning gears rang out. Webster rolled over and sat up from the bed. When he saw the familiar figure outside, a flicker of delight appeared in his eyes.
But his gaze quickly froze.
A slender sword pierced his chest.
The blade passed through his heart, and the poison on it spread through his body with every breath, leaving him unable to utter even a final word.
"Is this all the footage?"
Will asked the technician.
"Yes, Lord Will."
"All the footage is here."
The technician answered meticulously. Will nodded and turned to Qin Ran, who was seated off to one side.
"Did you find anything?"
If possible, he naturally did not want Qin Ran here. Yet when Qin Ran said he wanted to come, Will found himself unable to refuse.
The feeling was undoubtedly awkward.
However, after quickly adjusting his mindset, Will now wanted more than anything to borrow Qin Ran's strength.
"Yes."
"The whistling."
Qin Ran nodded.
"Other than that?"
Will continued asking.
Of course, he