Chapter 241 The Hitwoman

Adorned in a jet-colored down jacket that came with a hood that fully concealed the person's appearance, I could only guess that this stranger was a woman, although I still knew nothing about her intentions for coming close.

Our party of five separated in the middle to allow her to pass, thinking that she might be headed somewhere else and we were only in her way. But instead of walking past through the gap we had opened up for her, she followed me and stopped right in front of me, standing as still as a tree.

There was no way I could know what she wanted. But any other people would have been frightened by now by this woman's brusque behavior. Ordinary people would already be dreading if a ghost or a demon was hidden under the hood, but I was sure I would deliver a hard blow with my fists.

The hood retracted to reveal a face. Not pale as Death like a ghost would have worn, but a black-colored face mask that completely cloaked the woman's face,