Tools! These two words appeared in Zhao Hai's mind. He found that these people were just tools, tools for killing. They were not even considered as assassins. Assassins had their own thoughts and could do other things. The meaning of these people's existence was to kill. They were killing machines without thoughts. Everything they did was to kill. Therefore, they could only be regarded as tools, not assassins.
"Do you know who is training you?" Zhao Hai asked.
"Someone like us," the cultivator said in a deep voice.
"Then why are you guys fighting?" Zhao Hai's eyes narrowed.
"Someone like us," the cultivator said in a deep voice.
