Chapter 1697

Kyler stood there, stunned, his eyes locked on Janice. She was an elderly woman, her hair streaked with white, her wrinkled skin covered in age spots. The idea that she was some kind of killer felt utterly ridiculous. She looked so frail, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if a strong breeze could knock her over for good. And yet, here he was, asking her to teach him how to kill. However, what unsettled him most was not her appearance—it was how casually she said, "Once you decide to do it, it can be as easy as lifting a single finger." It sounded absurd. Forget killing a person. Even slaughtering a baby chick was not that simple. Janice's dim, aged eyes flickered as she peered through the window at Kyler's dumbfounded expression. Seeing the doubt on his face, she asked flatly, "What? You don't believe me?" Kyler wanted to hide his skepticism but could not bring himself to lie. In the end, he nodded. "You make it sound too easy—just make up your mind, stick out a finger, and