In the dimly lit underground space, the air was thick with dust and the stench of blood. Countless ninjas had gathered there—some vicious-looking, some scarred across the face, others wrapped head to toe in black robes that concealed their true appearances.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd let out a low cry.
"Silver-Faced Asura is here!"
The noisy crowd immediately quieted somewhat and parted down the middle, watching the approaching figure with great interest. He was not particularly tall.
He was wrapped entirely in a black robe. He did not look especially muscular and could even be considered rather slight among the Underground Black Market crowd. A silver-white metal mask covered his face, and the gray eyes exposed beneath it were incomparably cold.
"Isn't this already Silver-Faced Asura's third job this month?"
"I heard he takes several missions at once every time, and they're all the difficult kind."
"I really want to see what he looks like beneath that mask."
The nearby ninjas stared at him in shock.
"Are you looking to die? Have you forgotten about his bizarre ability?"
Having been rebuked, the man did not get angry. Instead, as though he had recalled something, he shuddered and fell silent.
As whispers spread through the crowd, Silver-Faced Asura had already reached the Black Market's mission handover counter. He took out a scroll and placed it on the table, his voice cold and curt.
"Three heads. Pay up!"
The ninja in charge of receiving the mission opened the scroll. As white mist dispersed, three savage-looking heads appeared.
"As expected of Lord Silver-Faced Asura. The bounties on these three weren't low, and no one had ever been able to take them down. Yet the moment you acted, my lord, you resolved it with ease."
"Cut the crap. Just pay."
"Yes."
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