Summary
The World’s Best Assassin was here to kill me for the Nth time when he grabbed the tea on the table and downed it in one go. I wanted to tell him that I’d spiked it with Aphrodisiac Powder, but it was already too late. Watching his eyes turn bloodshot with rage, I said, “I can…” Still disguised as a man, I watched as he let out a furious roar: “Shut up!” So, I was forced to swallow the rest of my sentence: “…give you the antidote.”