Worthy indeed of the assassin organization that had been in the limelight these past few years—Hell's Gate truly hid dragons and crouching tigers!
Jiang Wang had concealed his identity while operating among them, and he had never cared about the true identities of his other colleagues—after all, those who made their living on knife edges were like wild grass, replaced crop after crop. There was simply no need to know one another. Uniform restraint was enough.
He truly had never expected that among all these people he had no need to know, he would already know quite a few.
Who knew whether it was fate or Yin Guan's sick sense of humor, deliberately choosing them this way—waiting for the day Jiang Wang casually killed a colleague, peeled off the mask, and discovered that they had known each other all along, receiving one enormous surprise?
Su She was the third King Yanluo.
The assassin "A Ce" whom he had known in Yang State was the second King Pingdeng.
Speaking of it, they were all old hands in the organization. Jiang Wang himself was also the second King Biancheng.
Compared to those who had already gone through five successors, they had all stood the test of time.
Compared to Su She, whose true identity he had only learned this time, Jiang Wang had suspected A Ce's identity long ago.
Amid the madness of Yang State's final imperial house, Yang Xuance had still preserved a glimmer of humanity.
That was also why Jiang Wang had never confirmed his identity. Sometimes, once one saw too clearly, one had to make a choice.
That final prince of Yang State, who had founded Heavenly Pavilion himself and called himself the "Eastern Domain's Number One Assassin," truly was not someone hateful.
Especially since, within the fate connected