The Faceless Man?
The moment they heard that name, everyone's faces went pale with shock.
Even Bai Zhengqing and the others grew tense.
This was no ordinary figure.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a legend.
Black September's top assassin, a man who had once killed a Martial Emperor.
In a way, the Faceless Man was the goal that masters like Bai Zhengqing strived for, but not everyone could hope to reach his level.
"Brother Bai, who's stronger? You or this Faceless Man?" one of Zhang Yong's female companions asked thoughtlessly.
Bai Zhengqing's expression immediately turned awkward.
He would never dare compare himself to the Faceless Man. 'I'm not worthy!'
Furious, Zhang Yong slapped the woman across the face.
The young model, only seventeen or eighteen and delicately built, couldn't take such a blow. Her mouth instantly filled with blood.
Yet she only looked at Zhang Yong pitifully, not daring to say a word.
