The man's face was streaked with blood, yet his eyes glimmered with a chilling, ruthless killing intent.
The dagger in his hand plunged directly into the heart of the man in front of him, moving so rapidly that it left no time to react.
Unexpected. Precise. Lethal.
This was the creed of a Dark Group assassin.
The Dark Group, as its name implied, always operated in the shadows, licking blood off the blade, never surfacing in the light.
Assassins of the Dark Group bore no names, only code names. Day in and day out, they trained, preparing to execute secret assassination missions.
They were like the sharpest of swords honed to perfection, hidden within a scabbard, unsheathed only when the Yu family needed them, their strike sealing the target's throat with blood.
What they trained for wasn't flashy techniques or overwhelming power but speed, precision, and ruthlessness—delivering death in the shortest span of time in the most opportune moment.
