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."

dozen assassins were out in the open,

possessed extraordinary skills far superior to the martial artists present. If it came down to a brawl, Miles knew they

fight. I'm curious to see what these assassins are

anything dangerous. Yet, instead

than anything else. After years of dedicated training, today was her chance to unleash her

I've got no choice today," Dalen said,

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

spell it out—we're all top-tier elites, trained through hellish regimes.

in black's throat, silencing him.

from atop the roof. "Release my

a giant sword. Embroidered on his chest was

The Fangs, an assassin group, and the formidable late-stage grandmaster known by the