The Dungeon remained quiet for a long while, until Belicia spoke again:
"So, what exactly happened on the night you fought Black Sword?"
Luosang the Second's eyes shifted.
"They said you joined the Black Street Brotherhood. What, Black Sword didn't tell you?"
"Black Sword kept his mouth shut about that battle," Belicia said with a faint scoff. "As for the other channels, Lancer's lackeys have nearly praised him to the heavens. They've only stopped short of claiming that he 'cut down the Blood Bottle Gang's leader' meant he 'cut down the entire Blood Bottle Gang.'"
At that, the woman's thoughts grew heavy.
Besides, Black Sword had rarely shown himself since that battle.
It was as though he had seen through life overnight, drifted away, and become a legendary hermit who existed only in stories.
Meanwhile, the Black Street Brotherhood expanded wildly, embellishing his exploits and worshiping him devoutly.
Luosang the Second frowned.
"Is that what the important person outside wants to ask?"
Belicia toyed with the unlit cigarette in her hand and glanced toward the wooden door.
"No." She fell silent for a moment. "In fact, this is what you want to ask."
Luosang the Second's eyes flickered, sharp yet puzzled.
The woman gave him a mysterious smile. "I'm guessing the biggest surprise that night wasn't Black Sword, and it wasn't you either. Am I right?"
The biggest surprise that night...
Luosang the Second's expression changed.
"You're not guessing."
He spoke declaratively.
Belicia gave a soft snort and pretended to think seriously for a while.
"Hmm. Maybe I am?"
Luosang the Second seemed to remember something, and his gaze grew even sharper.
"That night, Belicia, what do you know?"
The woman lowered her head, revealing a confident smile.
"I knew it. This is what you wanted to ask."
The assassin