chapter 81 Quanjian Qingfeng

Two years ago, he received a mission to assassinate the general of a small country, along with several assassins from other organizations.

He will never forget the sudden appearance of a figure in black clothes and a black face. He was holding two black Tang knives. Every time he swung a knife, it was biting cold, and every knife could leave a corpse on the ground.

There was no Gang Qi in his body, but he still lost. He only lasted less than five rounds in his hands.

That...