Yu Guo sipped his thick red fungus soup at a leisurely pace. The silver mask covering half his face reflected the red soup, making him look extraordinarily eerie. His expression was as composed as ever, showing no trace of the fierce battle he had just fought. Xiao Man sat opposite him, absentmindedly stirring the soup in her bowl, looking somewhat listless.
"Still thinking about that Assassin Card Adept?" Yu Guo's grating voice pulled Xiao Man out of her thoughts.
Xiao Man murmured an assent, her spoon stirring unconsciously.
"The Shadow Division's people will be here soon," Yu Guo said between sips of soup. "I'm sure they'll soon find out who that fellow is. I saw the marks on D26's body. The killer's technique was very seasoned. D26's neck was crushed with bare hands, using something like a throat-strangling move. It's been a long time since I've seen such professional barehanded killing." His tone held equal parts admiration and reflection. Then he added, "If he specializes in combat, that would actually make things easier."
Although assassins specializing in combat could be astonishingly deadly in certain situations, they also had plenty of weaknesses. Yu Guo had many ways of dealing with such assassins.
Xiao Man put down her spoon and shook her head. "I don't think so. His perception was no weaker than mine. He should be a Card Adept. And he's very good at concealing himself, better than I'd imagined. Finding him this time was pure luck." Unbidden, that blurry, eerie face rose before her eyes again, tilted slightly upward in the dark shadows. Those cold eyes, devoid of any emotion, seemed to be watching her.
Her heart trembled, and her hand abruptly froze.
Yu Guo was exceptionally perceptive. Small as Xiao Man's movement was, he caught it with absolute precision.