Soros was one of the top leaders of the Thieves Association, one of its two vice presidents. His standing in the organization was second only to the president's. He was only six hundred years old, a ninth-tier assassin. Most ninth-tier powerhouses lived around two thousand years, so he could still be considered young.
He looked like a middle-aged man now, a result of his past experiences.
Born in the slums, he had lost his parents and family at a young age and become an orphan. He had endured every kind of abuse, yet stubbornly survived. If he hadn't been swept up by the Thieves Association when he was eight, as it scoured the world for orphans to train as killers, he might have spent his whole life scraping by at the bottom until he died of old age.
After entering the Thieves Association, he underwent ten years of brutal training. In the end, sheer willpower carried him through, and then began his long career as an assassin.
Over the course of more than five hundred years, he had lost count of how many lives had fallen to his hand. He had reached the ninth tier in his five-hundredth year. Through ruthless cunning and painstaking caution, he had climbed one step at a time until he became one of the Thieves Association's vice presidents.
His life could well be called a legendary tale.
He rarely took on missions these days. In truth, few people could afford to hire him anymore. Most of the time, he either held down the fort at the Thieves Association's headquarters or ventured into perilous lands in search of opportunities.
Today, while he was stationed at the Thieves Association's headquarters, Bai Yang had arrived—a man Soros couldn't see through, and who had spotted his hiding place at