"Fine, fine, fine," Zhao Zijun said grimly. "I'd like to see you try and make me end up like Qian Duoduo!"
"Enough talk. If you want a fight, you've got one!" Nangong Yan's elegant brows arched, cutting a heroic figure.
Coming from military families, the two of them were the last people to fear a battle. In fact, they craved it.
As they spoke, Zhu Fan quietly vanished from sight, as if he had melted into the void.
One King, two Generals, and three Grand Masters. The three Grand Masters represented the Empire's wealth, strategy, and intelligence.
And how was intelligence obtained?
Through countless spies, of course.
How could these spies avoid detection and keep their identities secret?
It required not only strength, but also exceptionally powerful skills in stealth and disguise.
It was a profound art.
Therefore, in addition to being the Mountain and Sea Empire's most authoritative intelligence agency, the Zhu Family was also the Empire's largest family of assassins.
