"I will take him on. It seems he is strong, no wonder two of us were dispatched for a single mission," one of the assassins said. His codename: Black.
The other, known as Blue, simply nodded and replied, "I will keep an eye on the others. If they cannot complete their mission without our interference, then they might as well quit being assassins altogether."
Black did not answer. He merely vanished from the treetop, his figure dissolving like a shadow swallowed by deeper darkness. Though his face remained hidden behind his white mask, the coldness radiating from him was unmistakable. His killing intent poured off him like a suffocating tide. One thing was certain, he did not intend to leave this place until Norman breathed his final breath.
