"Lone Wolf, aren't you supposed to be a top assassin? Why are you still acting like a child? You're really immature," he roared.
He boldly strolled around, trying to find his enemy. He loosened his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and rolled his neck. He was getting ready for a fight.
"Are you scared of me now? I didn't think you were such a coward," he added, carefully watching the area around him.
As he neared the stairwell, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Then, someone began shooting golden threads at him.
Daniel moved fast and dodged the attack. He threw his dagger at the door. Lone Wolf stepped out and caught it.
Lone Wolf laughed darkly. "We meet again, Mr. Wilson."
Daniel saw blood on his clothes. His chest tightened.
"Ha, you're injured? Where's Chantelle?" he asked quickly.
"Worried about me, Mr. Wilson?" Lone Wolf looked at his blood-stained shirt and gave a crooked smile.
