The atmosphere turned tense albeit the relaxing fragrance of the incense that was permeating. The leader's gaze was like a dagger that sculpts the truth behind Lyon's mask. What gave it away he wondered, but the 'how' was less important than the situation he was in.
"Don't worry, no need to be so tense, even though they considered me the best assassin in the world, I still no match for some individuals. But forget about me, the reason that you are here means that the contract has been accepted, albeit forced," the leader chuckled.
Lyon smirked under the mask. Though the man in front of him was an assassin of a different caliber he still had some flaws in his attention to detail.
