"You're saying... the Dagger Brotherhood has set its sights on us?" The fat man swallowed with difficulty. "You can't be mistaken, can you?"
Lucio crouched down and tore open the corpse's sleeve. On its shoulder was a tattoo of two daggers, gradually fading away. Before long, the corpse burst into flames under some strange power, slowly turning to ash until not even its bones remained.
"That's right. He should be a member of the Dagger Brotherhood." Lucio's expression grew somewhat grave as he cast Chen Rui a meaningful glance.
The Dagger Brotherhood was a renowned assassination organization, its influence spread across several nations. It was said that as long as one could afford the price, even kings could become targets in their sights.
The Dagger Brotherhood's assassins were not only highly skilled, but also ruthless. Even if captured, they would leave no survivors behind, just like this self-immolating corpse. After a mission failed, they would send further assassins to retaliate with ever greater fury. However, if they failed three times in succession, the mission would be deemed to have exceeded its expected cost and automatically abandoned. Generally, they would not strike at the target again.
This was a tradition among the human world's shadow organizations. Though no one remembered what era it had been passed down from, even the Rogue Guild—the greatest assassin and thief organization of the present day—strictly adhered to it, much less the Dagger Brotherhood.
Once it was confirmed that the enemy was the Dagger Brotherhood rather than the Holy Feather Mercenary Group, the fat man immediately lost his nerve, replaced by intense fear. "Who was it? Who actually spent such a fortune to hire the Dagger Brotherhood against us? No! We need to return to Gudan Town at once..."
The fat man had only spoken half