Inside the villa, the lights shone so brightly it was like daytime.
Tian Xiong held a sickle in his hand, marveling at it with repeated tsks of admiration.
At his sides, besides assistant Ma Zhen, there was another person—deputy director of the research institute, Gu Dehai!
"Is this really the one and only SSS-class assassin, Death Scythe's weapon—the Scythe of Death?" Tian Xiong asked curiously, his eyes glued to the sickle.
"Absolutely! Legend has it that half of Death Scythe's power lies within this Scythe of Death. Without it, Death Scythe, who is Liu Chen, is at most an SS-class assassin," Ma Zhen replied immediately.
Eager to prove his worth and reestablish his position in his boss's heart, Ma Zhen had indeed put in a great deal of effort. He had gone without sleep and food to buy information, and racked his brains to hire experts. Today he finally saw a sliver of success, so how could he not blow his own trumpet to the skies?
