Leighton City.
After getting off the high-speed rail, the two men quickly melted into the crowd and disappeared.
Inside a dark, shadowy alley.
"You've been following us all the way. If you don't show yourself now, don't blame us for being rude."
The two men stopped, turned around, and stared into the darkness behind them, their gazes cold and menacing.
No response. No movement.
"Hmph! So you're really not planning to come out?"
A flash of cold light in the man's hand—a dagger appeared, and he hurled it straight into the darkness behind them. The blade whistled through the air, vanishing into the shadows.
After that, nothing.
"Hmm?"
Staring at the unmoving darkness behind them, a sudden sense of unease crept into the man's heart.
"Are you really going to make me get rough?"
A cool, indifferent voice came from the shadows. From the darkness, a teenage boy with a backpack stepped out at a leisurely pace.
"No way!"
"Boss, that's your knife!"
The two men looked at the boy, their expressions changing instantly.
The boy was casually playing with a dagger in his right hand.
"You actually caught it... Who are you, and why are you following us?"
Seeing this, the man's face grew serious.
He'd been practicing knife skills for more than ten years, and his throwing technique was flawless. He'd just fired the blade into the darkness, yet someone had caught it without a sound.