C458 The Smell of Death

Natasha thrust her gun-holding hand forward, pressing the icy barrel against Tang Haodong's forehead. He shivered, sensing the looming specter of death.

Furrowing his brow, he said, "Natasha, it looks like I've underestimated you. But is it really necessary to take things this far?"

"I'm about to head back to C Country and won't reveal your identity to anyone