In the deep of the night, the mage player with penetrating eyes slowly spoke to the gunman player, his calm tone brimming with intense ambition and desire.
"Let me think."
The young gunman, somewhat swayed by the words, did not immediately agree. He raised his hand to stroke his chin, frowning in thought. But before he could make a decision, he noticed that the mage youth beside him, who was still using an investigation spell, suddenly changed his expression as if he had seen something unexpected.
"What's wrong?"
Knowing his companion well, the gunman quickly squatted down to continue observing through the sniper scope. He soon saw within the narrow perspective of the scope that a young man was gripping another's neck with one hand, lifting them high, seemingly saying something. The person being restrained was none other than their assassin companion!
"How did he get caught in the blink of an eye?! Didn't he claim to be a master of assassination?!"
