The hitman grabbed his hidden knife and swiveled fast, but a dagger had pierced his heart before he could do anything. He felt utterly helpless as he looked at his killer.

The one holding the dagger had his face covered with a black cloth from the top of the head to the bottom of the nose, and it didn’t look like a see-through cloth, either. He then twisted his wrist a bit before pulling the dagger out.

“Who in the world… are you…” the hitman fell and lost his life, with his eyes open.

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