"But the assassin is dead." Yang Ruxin frowned, "Dead, no evidence." If alive, perhaps she could find a way to make him speak, but against the dead, she was powerless.
"Although he's dead, his identity is a breakthrough point." Gu Qingheng's chin rested on Yang Ruxin's shoulder, "As long as we find out which organization he belonged to, we can trace who hired him, following the clues."
"What did you discover?"
Gu Qingheng pulled out a cloth bag from his bosom, opened it, revealing a blood-stained dagger: "This is the dagger that killed Xiao'er." As he spoke, he pointed at the emblem on it.
Yang Ruxin frowned. The dagger had a red droplet etched on it, more precisely, a droplet of blood.
There is an organization in the martial world called the "Blood Alliance," existing for decades, training all its people to be die-hard assassins. As long as someone can pay, if the Blood Alliance accepts a mission, no matter how many die or how long it takes, they will complete the task.
