「Hunter Bodyguard Company, Third Floor」
Ye Xiong's neck was clutched by a hand. The suffocating sensation he felt in the illusion was because, in reality, someone was choking him.
"I thought Reaper was supposed to be something special, but he's nothing more than this."
The one holding his neck was a foreign man around twenty-five years old. He wore a clean suit and glasses, looking very scholarly—like an English lecturer from a university.
His Mandarin was flawless, as if it were his native language.
At that moment, his face was full of pride. He was clearly pleased to have trapped Reaper with an Illusion Technique.
"Little Gassov, hurry up and finish off Reaper, stop dragging it out," a voice came through his earpiece.
"Mr. M, why are you so anxious? He's now in a deep state of hypnosis; there's no way he can wake up. I'm currently considering how I want him to die," Little Gassov said with a smug laugh.