177 Last Words?

(Jane's PoV)

"Who are you?" The old man was eyeing me warily. Even though he was still angry and had already got ready to attack me again, but he wasn't fool to attack me blindly.

"Well, I want to ask you the same. Who are you? Since your minions attacked me, I am curious about you. Really."

Was my expression convincing enough? I hope so.

The old man frowned as he heard my question. He might have not realized that his minions had attacked someone. Poor old man with poor memory.

"Do you recognize these?" I waved my hands and the ones I captured before appeared in front of me, being tied up and burned while wailing in pain.

The old man's eyes widened. Of course he recognized them. He might have remembered what task he had given to these poor shadows that he shot menacing glare at me. His lips curled up in a sinister smile.