Brittany was screaming in panic.

Holly rushed over and checked. There was a small wound on Waltz’s shoulder.

When Waltz was dodging an attack, she had been scraped by the dagger.

Her wound had turned black.

“She’s been poisoned! And it’s a very strong one too!” Holly immediately poked on a few of Waltz’s pressure points to slow down the spread of the poison.

Picking up the dagger, Holly noticed that it was glistening with blue light. There was a very distinct smell on it as well. She was sure that this dagger had been dipped in poison.

“You goddamn bastard! Where’s the cure? Give it to us!” Holly glared at the assassin who hurt Waltz.

“Heh, my poison has no cure.” The assassin chuckled coldly.

Holly flipped the dagger and swung it towards the assassin, stabbing him on the chest. The wound was merely two inches away from his heart.

“Since there’s no cure, then die.”

Unexpectedly, the assassin smiled as he looked at Waltz. “To us assassins, failing a mission is no different fro