The city before him, Ye Qiu hadn't visited for quite some time and found himself immersed in memories.
Back then, he had come here alone and had emerged from among many assassins, establishing his status as the king of the assassin world.
Yiguo, a small country, yet it was the birthplace of a terrorist power.
The largest assassin organization was born here, making it the capital of assassins.
On the surface, it was a bustling city, but at night, it became a place where assassins roamed.
Ye Qiu entered a European-style pub.
The pub was somewhat dark, with dim lighting and few people, only one or two tables occupied by a few guests.
The young bartender, seeing a face from the East, showed no surprise, as if it were quite normal.
"What would you like to drink, sir?"
Seeing Ye Qiu seated, the bartender casually asked.
"I'll have a 'Grim Reaper's Night'."
