Chapter 182: Striking Down My Teammate

The aide-de-camp remained silent, his eyes slightly narrowed as he sized up the person in front of him.

In the darkness of the hotel without any lights, only a faint glow from the window above the public restroom sketched out the outlines of two people and a corpse.

The dagger that was just in the other person's hand was now stuffed into his trouser pocket, with only a dark grey handle showing.

The man's right knee was half-kneeling on the ground, and the sheathless dagger, pressed against the outline of his thigh by his tight-fitting trousers, made the aide-de-camp touch his own neck uneasily.

Compared to having his throat cut, he felt that the danger just now had not come from this.

The aide-de-camp looked at him and spoke quickly, "The Capital Commandant seemed to have suspected you from the start, so it's not worth wasting time here."

The reason he rushed here immediately was because he was prepared.