Fan Niang stared at the boy in front of her with wariness. She had been through a lot. She had no problem killing her friends in cold blood, just as she did to Jie Mei. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a slight cold when she saw Amon dispatch Lei Gun. She could see neither emotion nor hesitation in the boy's eyes. It was as if the act was as normal as breathing to him.
However, she refused to consider Amon the same as her. She refused to believe Amon as someone who had been through the hell of this world and survived. She said to Amon, "Good trick. You will be having a hard time killing him if you do it in an honest fight."
Amon simply sneered. "Are you going to take me to your leader or not?" He asked again.
Fan Niang walked sideways, circling the room to head to the door while keeping Amon in front of her. Her knife remained at the ready.