Seeing this familiar gesture, Dean realized An Bei had switched personalities again. It seemed the pressure he had put on An Bei was considerable, causing An Bei to not even dare face him with his normal demeanor. But this version of An Bei isn't well-behaved at all!
Dean, holding a gun, made way at the entrance. "Turn left and go straight. Your target is right there."
The assassin An Bei, his eyes emotionless, glanced at the gun in Dean's hand. Moving with a relaxed rhythm, almost like a dance glide, and with a backpack slung over his shoulder, he approached the passage and Dean.
As they crossed paths, Dean made no move.
But then!
His right hand, holding the gun, swung down hard like a steel pipe.
The assassin An Bei was on guard. However, trapped in the entranceway with his back turned, he could only raise his hand in a feeble attempt to block, even as several dark, short spikes shot out from his sleeve.
THUD!