Thirteen assassins met their end at the hands of Guo Yi. Crushed by stones, stomped to death, burned alive, suffocated... they died in ways no one expected.
Atop the highest floor of the Seoul Hotel, a black shadow stood, as if he had been alone for ten thousand years.
"Jesus." There was a touch of amusement on Guo Yi's calm face as he murmured to himself, "Since you've come, you should leave something behind, no? Your life? Your soul?"
Killing over a dozen assassins in one go was not an unprecedented event.
Of course, it had only happened once in all of human history. When Nazi Germany started its slaughter, the leaders of various nations, terrified of Hitler, had dispatched their finest assassins, and the Underworld had offered a hefty bounty.
Dozens of assassins ventured to Germany, all seeking Hitler's head.
But they never returned.
