Chapter 175: Old Accounts

Back-to-Back held his bow steady, his expression eerily blank. The boy had changed. He could tell—no, he felt it.

Under the pale moonlight filtering through the shattered windows, the reflection in his eyes was unmistakable.

His once-icy blue eyes were gone.

In their place were pools of inky black, devoid of warmth, devoid of hesitation.

Back-to-Back clenched his jaw, suppressing the cold sweat trailing down his spine. The boy's clothes were no longer the ragged remnants of a street rat. He wore finely woven fabric, expensive and well-tailored, giving him the appearance of a noble. He had a slick, clean look—handsome even.

But none of that mattered.

What truly made Back-to-Back's stomach tighten was the restrained aura of the woman beside him.