Rudes stood perfectly still, cooperating fully.
He had no idea how this assassin had slipped into his quarters.
But the intruder's skill was beyond imagining.
At least among everyone he knew, it was practically unrivaled.
Of course, that did not mean he would truly cooperate with Bu Dong.
His obedience was only a facade.
In secret, an inhuman power began to gather.
It was deeply concealed.
An ordinary person's perception could not detect it at all.
Even Demon Hunters would struggle to notice it, unless they truly excelled at tracking.
But as far as Rudes knew, the famous "Tracker" among the Demon Hunters had long since become little better than a dead man. In short, he had nothing to worry about.
He could boldly send this fool, who thought he had everything under control, to a death that would leave no body to bury.
He was desperate to see it happen.
And that required the intruder's cooperation.
Rudes began thinking through the questions this assassin would ask him.
He prepared answers that were half true and half false.
He believed his answers would convince the intruder.
He had even decided what expressions to use.
But in the next instant...
Rudes felt scorching heat erupt from the hand gripping his neck, engulfing him.
The pain made him open his mouth to scream.
But the flames had already burned through his vocal cords.
Ha, ha.
Like a broken bellows, he shuddered just twice before turning entirely to ash.
Even as he died, the councilor could not understand why Qin Ran had suddenly attacked.
Wasn't an interrogation supposed to come first?
Had he noticed what Rudes was doing?
But even if he had, shouldn't he have pressed harder, seized the upper hand completely, and gained control to extract more answers?
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