Hearing Noa's words and seeing the way he delivered them, the man shuddered, cold sweat drenching his back.
Especially when Noa still looked like a corpse.
Everything about him augmented the fear and obedience the assassin was feeling.
He gulped, forgetting the bleeding wound.
As for Noa, he wanted to get rid of the body he was currently holding.
Two seconds later, he reappeared behind the man, putting his arms on his shoulders.
He kept moving around, as if thinking about what to do.
"You know what?" he asked out of nowhere. "I have a great idea. Might as well help my father. How does that sound to you?"
The cloaked figure nodded.
"What do you want me to do?"
He understood his situation.
Noa got hold of his leash, and if he wanted to survive, he had to follow his lead.
"Forget about the First Directive and X. Work for me, and I might bless you with some treats," Noa said.
"You have me at your disposal," the man stated, lowering his head in submission.
