The night was deep, and a sudden cold wind started, howling by the ear, like the sound of a horn announcing the arrival of deep winter. The coldest period for Jiangcheng was about to begin.
In the silent alley, Iwakami Shigehiro stood with his hands behind his back, as if speaking to the air, "How's the situation?"
"Swish!"
A shadow appeared before him, kneeling on one knee, and replied, "Xiao Feng is skilled with a dagger, his reaction speed is incredibly fast. If we fight one-on-one, we're probably not his match, but he'll find it hard to keep us either."
"Keep talking," Iwakami Shigehiro said expressionlessly.
The shadow promised with a nod and continued, "Aside from his prowess, Xiao Feng is also exceedingly cautious. To take him down, we must use all our strength."
"Oh?" Iwakami Shigehiro seemed intrigued and smiled, "What's the basis of this conclusion?"
