The man's legs were broken, and he knelt down on the ground with his hands hanging weakly by his sides. The faint smile on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a look of fear. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Fred noticed a shallow tattoo on the back of the man's neck.
Fred frowned. "You're an assassin from Dark Night. Who sent you?"
Upon hearing Fred mention Dark Night, the man gulped harshly, because few people could mention the organization so casually.
"How could you know about Dark Night?" The man widened his eyes.
"Is it so mysterious?" Fred asked back, "Tell me, who sent you? I can leave your body intact."
"Haha!" The man took a deep breath and laughed, "Since you know about Dark Night, then you should know that we will never reveal the identity of our employer ev
