chapter 612 assassin

A red shadow appeared out of nowhere on the sofa opposite Horacio Ye.
Then he picked up a bottle of champagne on the table and a tall champagne glass. He tilted the bottle mouth and the light yellow champagne liquid slowly filled it to two-thirds like a thin golden line.
Horacio Ye was eating a banana while the man in the red skirt was sipping champagne.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"What? The Red Cult's way of communicating is telepathy? If so,...