"So arrogant!" The man shouted in fury.
Throughout his life, he had encountered many arrogant people—both among the targets he had killed and the comrades stronger than him.
But never before had he met someone this outrageously arrogant.
The Blood Moon Organization was the most feared assassin group in the eastern region, its influence stretching far and wide like a spider's web.
Their numbers were small—only two hundred—but each assassin was among the very best.
Their strength was undeniable, and countless victims had already fallen by their hands.
And yet, the unknown woman before him had the audacity to speak so arrogantly. It enraged and deeply insulted him.
To look down on the Blood Moon Organization was no different than spitting on its name.
Without hesitation, he pressed his palms together. In an instant, twenty black circles formed behind him.
