A lethal sword had been literally an inch from Ren's throat, but the shopkeeper had remained completely indifferent, casually sipping his tea.
Did he really have that much absolute faith in his automated security?
The remaining three assassins finally recovered from their paralyzed shock. They stared at Unit 01 as if they were facing an ancient, mythical monster.
They did not dare to underestimate the lazy shopkeeper any longer. There was no complex reason for it.
"Fuck this, the intel was complete garbage! There's something deeply wrong with this shop!"
The three assassins exchanged panicked glances, the eyes underneath their bamboo hats filled with sheer terror.
Without question, their assassination mission had catastrophically failed. As professional killers, the golden rule was simple: if the first strike fails, immediately retreat and disappear.
