Blood spurted out.
"Hiss!"
Upon realizing Herbert could really kill him, he yelled in a furious panic, "Damn it! Stop! We are the Shadow Daggers of the Moore Clan!"
He didn't ask for Herbert's identity, but directly played his biggest card.
This was Malagas City, the realm of the Moore Clan, which had ruled here for a thousand years.
Strong outsiders could not overrule the local powers.
Even if the opponent was a powerful foreigner, he should show some respect to the local powers.
"Moore Clan?"
In a flash, the assassin heard Herbert's mocking low laugh.
"Yes, it's the Moore Clan I'm looking for."
A flash of white light swept away the surrounding shadows.
Causing the assassin, who attempted to blend into the shadows, to clumsily stumble out mid-way.
Damn!
"No! You don't... Cough!"
Swish!
The blade mercilessly cut in from the side, quickly slicing through flesh and organs, pushing horizontally until it stopped at the spine, wedging into the bone gap.
