Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Numerous figures appeared in the mountains, vanishing in an instant in the darkness of the night.
Dragon Group base.
"What's that? Is that a silhouette?"
A few Dragon Group members on watch rubbed their eyes, feeling like they were seeing things.
"There's nothing there, you must have seen it wrong."
"That can't be right, I definitely saw shadows flying over." The man rubbed his chin in confusion. However, in that moment, he heard a soft pfft sound. By the time he turned around, the young man who had said he was mistaken had already been stabbed in the chest with a knife and killed instantly.
An enemy attack!
Realizing this, the Dragon Group member was just about to sound the alarm for the base when, as he was about to report the incident, someone appeared silently behind him. A hand pierced through his heart in one swift motion. His eyes widened as he looked at the man before him, the indifferent face, which then crushed his heart in one squeeze.
