In the blink of an eye, Miao Mu seized the advantage. His arm locked tightly around the burly man in front of him, his eyes fixed on the black-clad "old man" ahead, while his gun remained steadily trained on him.
"Not bad."
The man dressed entirely in black, whom Miao Mu had taken for an old man, was Ra's al Ghul—or rather, his full name was Ra's al Ghul.
Ra's al Ghul's praise was sincere. The killing intent on this young man, his decisiveness just now, and his current composure were all rare qualities. But that was all.
He had seen too many geniuses over his seven-hundred-year lifespan. In his eyes, Miao Mu was merely "not bad."
Miao Mu glared at him, feeling an invisible pressure. He could not sense the man before him at all, as if he did not exist unless Miao Mu kept his eyes on him.
He seemed invisible. Unlike the burly men around him, who concealed their presence, he had dispersed every trace of his own.
"Can you tell me why you came here?" Ra's al Ghul asked.
The burly men around them all revealed fierce expressions. Even the man trapped in Miao Mu's arm seemed ready to move.
Miao Mu tightened his grip once more, sweeping his gaze around before looking toward Jason, who was pinned against the wall.
The two exchanged a glance. Jason was indeed quick-witted; he immediately understood what Miao Mu wanted to do.
Their silent exchange did not escape Ra's al Ghul's notice, but he had not come here for Miao Mu and Jason.
He had come for the legendary Lazarus Pit.
Seven hundred years ago, he had obtained immortality through the Lazarus Pit and founded the Assassin League.
As time passed, the waters of the Lazarus Pit had gradually