Assassins who don't seem like assassins, mercenaries who don't resemble mercenaries, a bunch of bastards!
Gao Yi was furious but refused to consider that a group of assassins had been forced into doing a mercenary's job, all because he had cornered them.
Usually, the assassin circle and the mercenary circle stayed out of each other's way, each conducting their own business and maintaining their unique characteristics. But now, after a mercenary group had been wiped out by him, it was inevitable that the assassins would continue the unfinished work of the mercenaries.
"What's the big deal inside?"
Outside the wall, a middle-aged man in his fifties showed a face filled with anger and confusion. The reason was simple: they had just thrown five hand grenades, failing to hit the target, and instead someone had thrown a hand grenade that exploded in mid-air, injuring two of them.