Deadly Perfume
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Taking my knockout drops and you haven't fallen? A strong fighter indeed," Zhu Ting said to Han Sen with a smile, looking rather surprised.
"Who on earth are you?" Han Sen had now understood that Zhu Ting was probably a spy in Starry Group. Otherwise, he would not poison the rest of the group as well. However, Han Sen still did not know which force he belonged to.
Han Sen did not expect Zhu Ting to be a spy. Someone as petty as him did not seem to be spy material.
Zhu Ting paused and said, "It does not matter who I am. The key is you should know who owns you."
"What do you want?" Han Sen stared at Zhu Ting and asked.
"Now you have two options. One is to give me the beast soul dagger, and the other is to die. I am a fair person. You can choose yourself." Zhu Ting was still smiling.
"Do you take me for a moron? If I give you the dagger, I will only die faster," Han Sen sneered.