When Fang Zheng returned to Chinatown again, he had completely changed back into the attire of an ordinary person.
As he walked down the street, Fang Zheng was still thinking about that girl.
Earlier, when Bon saw the girl wearing the white mask, he had blurted out the name "Silver"... Fang Zheng had some impression of that name as well. After all, in Chinatown, Silver had become something of a legend. Rumor had it that Silver was an ageless, immortal assassin who had been active in Chinatown's underworld for a hundred years. Fang Zheng had originally been somewhat interested in this assassin, but after meeting her this time, he understood what was going on.
This "Silver" was probably not truly an ageless, immortal assassin. It was likely just a title passed down from generation to generation. Fang Zheng did not believe that girl was some immortal monster. The reason was simple: her fighting style was still far too immature. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, she already counted as an expert, but in Fang Zheng's eyes, she was merely average. If an assassin had lived for a hundred years and was only this capable, Fang Zheng figured she would have died long ago.
As for why nobody had noticed, the reason was equally simple. One, she wore a mask. Two, she clearly possessed some secret technique capable of changing her body shape, which was how she had hidden herself for so long without being exposed.
Still, it had nothing to do with me.
With that thought, Fang Zheng shrugged and put the girl out of his mind before entering the apartment building nearby. He had rented a room there as a temporary place to stay. It was a high-end apartment building, usually rented by merchants or wealthy people.