The river's surface sparkled under the light, reflecting a silent, murderous figure on the shore. Clad entirely in black with a Black Cat hood over his head, only his sharp eyes were visible.
Moving as gracefully as a fluttering butterfly, it took only a few brief encounters for the squad of Red-clothed Guards beside Zeng Anmin to fall amidst flashes of cold steel.
THUD.
As the last Red-clothed Guard collapsed, Zeng Anmin watched helplessly as the assassin in the Black Cat hood drew closer and closer.
"Are you from Prince Jiang's Mansion?" Zeng Anmin probed.
The assassin said nothing, pressing forward step by step with his cold blade.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
