"Sir, did they say when the mission target would arrive?"
In a room with the same layout, two men lay inside. One of them, a young-looking ninja, spoke quietly to the man beside him.
The man beside him had his eyes closed, breathing evenly as he snored.
However, it was merely a disguise. Hearing the young ninja's question, he calmly said two words: "Be quiet."
After that, his snoring remained unchanged.
The young ninja immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Realizing that he had been too presumptuous, he hurriedly shut his mouth and did not dare say another word.
He was merely a bear in name. He did not know what kind of person the man beside him was, but he knew that this man possessed immense strength and authority. Having offended such a being, even if the man beside him killed him, those above would not say anything.
"I heard that this lord is revered as the King of Assassins, codenamed Sting... Is he really that powerful?" the young ninja muttered inwardly. Then, wave after wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he actually fell asleep.
The breathing of the man beside him remained steady, but upon closer observation, one would notice that his breath had fluctuated for an instant.
He knew that the rookie ninja beside him had actually fallen asleep in the middle of the mission.
There were no fewer than five houses in Qing Kui's territory. Some of them were fairly large, and naturally housed many people. At this moment, the units were fully staffed, with as many as fifty people.
Though it was neither spacious nor accommodating, such numbers and such a lineup were enough to wipe out a small—
The silent rain continued to fall, and the night grew darker.
Tap... Tap...