Zu An exhaled in relief. I guess another unlucky fellow got the short end of the stick. Didn’t I say it earlier? This Mirror Mirage really is quite dependable.

Then again, why does that figure look slightly familiar?

The instant that figure started running, a shrill scream rang out. A teacup lid shot out through the roof.

It was so fast that he almost couldn’t see it.

Almost instantly, the lid struck the black-clad figure.

“Ahhh!” With a cry, the black silhouette fell off the roof and into the air.

Zu An’s gave a start. This person’s voice sounded familiar! So was that impressive chest, which no stealth gear could possibly hide. All of this made it clear that this was a person he was close to.

The gloomy, raspy voice spoke again. “Dabao, I’ll leave the matter outside to you.”

“Yes, adoptive father should rest. Your son will definitely capture that assassin for father...