As soon as the door opened, Bartlett sensed the presence of his target.
The guy was in stealth mode, not too far from the door, seemingly hiding near a tall Ficus lyrata plant. Although the barbarian couldn't pinpoint his exact position, he was certain of the general area.
Especially after opening the door, a strong murderous intent suddenly erupted from the seemingly unremarkable spot, making Bartlett even more certain of this.
The opponent's strength is just that, the barbarian thought. An experienced assassin wouldn't make such a serious mistake – not even able to restrain their murderous intent.
Bartlett wasn't an assassin, but from what he knew, elite assassins were more like cutting a freshly baked, steaming hot loaf of bread with a dining knife when using their daggers to wipe their target's throat, without any emotional fluctuations. The guy seemed to be far from this level.
