The Federation capital.
The noble district.
A heavily guarded villa.
"Tong Tong, any news today?" a steady male voice asked.
"News from above, Guild Master," a girl replied.
"Other than that dangerous ocean, is there anything else worth paying attention to?" the man asked.
"There is. Someone died at the Changning Steel Armor Research Department," Tong Tong said.
"...How is that news?" the man said, at a loss.
He wore a black trench coat and fingerless black leather gloves. His eyes gleamed as he lit a cigar.
"Exactly, it's not news at all, but somehow it made the news," Tong Tong said.
The man took a drag on his cigar. "I see... Who died?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.
"I did."
The man whipped around and saw a boy in a hooded sweatshirt standing by the window.
"And who might you be?"
The man narrowed his eyes as he asked.
The boy said nothing, but his face wore a smile full of nostalgia.
The man made a subtle gesture.
Suddenly,
seven or eight black-clad figures appeared in the room.
They took up positions around Zhang Yinghao, their bodies brimming with a faint killing intent, as if ready to strike at any moment.
The air nearly froze.
The next instant,
everyone's communicators rang at once.
Before anyone could answer, electronic voices began to sound from the devices:
"Federation citizen Xiao Hui, assassin, resides at Room 9001, ninth floor, Unit 1, Building B, Building 10, Changning Nanwan Residential Area. Lives alone."
"Federation citizen Chai Haoshan, assassin, resides at Room 1, fifteenth floor, Apartment 330, Capital East District Fifth Avenue. His household still has..."
"Federation citizen Cheng Hui..."
"Federation citizen Zhao Pei..."
"..."
Everyone's expression changed.
As assassins, their real identities were their most vital secret. Their organization had always spared