Night came, prompting citizens of New Delhi to brighten up their streets with neon lights. The largest city in South Asia was a melting pot of the past and present.

In New Delhi Grand Hotel, a hijab-clad female pulled her luggage along the corridor before stopping in front of a presidential suite. She used the room card to unlock the door. 

Inside was a man waiting on a sofa. He was tall but his expression was distant. 

If Xia Lei was present, he would’ve recognized him in a glance. This Asian man was none other than the lucky Japanese assassin who got away during the Dawang war. He was Hattori Masao’s illegitimate son, Hattori Geppa. 

The female lowered the handle on her luggage then took off her headscarf to reveal her face. She was none other than Hattori Mei, whom Xia Lei had encountered multiple times yet gained nothing from. 

“I don’t understand why father sent you here,” said Hattori Geppa. His tone was devoid of any familial love. 

Hattori Mei seemed to be...