"What exactly is going on?" I was curious.
However, the petite agent shamelessly provoked my interest and chuckled at me, saying, "Why should I tell you?"
I felt the urge to slap her across the face.
But looking at the woman's current condition, with injuries all over her body and a pale, almost bluish complexion, it seemed she wouldn't last long.
I figured, there wasn't much point in arguing with a dead person. Besides, the petite agent now looked particularly terrifying.
Despite being a beautiful woman, her body was covered in bumps, her skin color was abnormal, and her expression carried a hint of madness.
Ugly and insane, what was the point of arguing with her?
This person had lost her sense of pain now. If provoked, who knew what insane things she might do? I quietly retreat
