From life to death took but the blink of an eye. They didn't even have time to utter a sound before they died.
As Zheng Xiu walked silently inward, one by one, figures fell in the darkness. A shadow would always appear in just the right place, covering a Thug's mouth and nose before thrusting a hidden blade from a sleeve.
A kill every ten steps!
Not even the former Secret Ministry knew how many "brothers" the Zheng Family had cultivated for its Brotherhood. What they could do, where they hid, their daily routines—all of it was a mystery.
The Brotherhood was the shadow of the Zheng Clan, and now it was the shadow of the Red King—ever-present, killing in silence.
