An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"They're here!" Crystal said, and soon, black figures emerged around the tavern.

These figures were scattered in pairs or small groups. Some perched on rooftops, some lurked at street corners, others hid among the trees, and a few even stood on lampposts.

Their movements were as quiet and nimble as stealthy cats. At the same time, their precise positioning effectively sealed off all entrances and exits.

From an aerial perspective, they had inadvertently formed a large circle surrounding Dustin and the others.

After all, these black figures were skilled assassins who had promptly reacted to the distress signal.

In just two minutes after their arrival, they formed the encirclement. It showcased their exceptional training.

"Damn it! So many assassins showed up. Looks like we're in for a tough fight tonight."

the surrounding black figures. Over a dozen assassins were out in the open, and he suspected more were hiding

the martial artists present. If it came down to a brawl, Miles knew they might not be able

while since I've had a good fight. I'm curious to see what these assassins are

encountered anything dangerous. Yet, instead of fear, she exuded a bold,

else. After years of dedicated training, today was

choice today," Dalen said, swinging his folding fan downward. Then, a sharp blade sprang out from the tip

think outnumbering us gives you an advantage? Dream on!" the man in

"Let me spell it out—we're all top-tier elites, trained through hellish regimes. Dealing with the

and tapped at the man in black's throat, silencing him. He

roof. "Release

man clad in black, wielding a giant sword. Embroidered on his chest was the image

of The Fangs, an assassin group, and the formidable