Chapter 693: 12-13's Objective

"Hmm… He lost them that quickly?" 12-13 began to chuckle and shake his head. "My he's grown careless…"

The man with a blacked-out face was casually lounging on a cushy, black thrown taken from 12-13's storage. Relaxing, he clicked his tongue and looked at Sterfen through the corner of his eye.

Sterfen's face was pale and tensed to the absolute extreme. Beads of sweat dripped from every pore of Sterfen's body. The assassin's eyes had almost rolled back in pain. His body remained still in the air as his mind was racked beyond anything Sterfen had imagined.

"If you would just accept it, the pain will subside…" 12-13 sighed with a humorous grin. "But then again, your strong will is a rare, admirable quality. Snapping such determination is a rare occurrence, one that I'll savor to the fullest… It also proves that you're worth keeping."