"D-don't, please, please, please, d-don't speak..."
The broad, burly bodyguard in a black suit sitting to the left of the man in the white coat stammered, his face deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead and his teeth chattering.
He unconsciously shifted his backside toward the car door, one hand involuntarily pressing against the bulge at the back of his waist.
The burly black-suited bodyguard sitting on the right also had undisguised terror in his eyes, his body practically pressed against the right-hand door.
A large space had opened up on either side of the man in the white coat in the back seat.
For the two black-suited bodyguards, this was a serious dereliction of duty.
Under the usual procedure for taking guests to meet their master, they not only had to search them beforehand, but also put a black hood and handcuffs on them before they entered the car. Inside, the guest should have been tightly sandwiched between the two burly men in black suits, who would watch for any suspicious movements.
But this time, the guest was not human at all. Beneath that black hood was, without a doubt, some sort of monster!
Sitting in the same car as it was like putting their heads into a lion's gaping, bloody maw or jumping into a pond full of crocodiles, filling them with instinctive fear.
Even with the other party handcuffed and both of them carrying pistols, they felt not the slightest sense of security.
"Kurosaki, isn't the air conditioning in here set a little too low? Look how badly these two bodyguards are shivering."
The man in the white coat, his face hidden beneath a black hood, gave a hoarse, hissing laugh.
Another chill ran through the two black-suited bodyguards, as though some slippery, cold reptile had