+Chapter 410+

Nikolai crouched for the second time and picked up the hitman's braid in a hand. His hair was just as soft as it looked, he didn't care for men but it was hard to deny that he had a pretty face.

He rubbed the braid between his fingers, deep in thought. Silvia couldn't have been the one behind this, they had basic dealings just like every other important person in Haines.

It was possible that someone would anonymously go through Frequency to kill him, he held no grudge against Silvia because of that. She was just doing her job, but the hitman would have to bear the consequences of his failure.

His faraway gaze was dragged to the hitman's parted lips, his lips were pale but round, at odds with the rest of his hard face.

Nikolai rose to his feet, he could just pull out a gun and kill off the hitman right then, or hand him over to his men so they could extract the truth out of him but his curiosity had been piqued.