For generations, the assassins and Talented had been at odds with each other.
But as fate would have it, the day had come when the two warring factions had to work together, united by a common enemy whose identity they were unsure of.
And Conrad did not like it one bit.
" Get up, you rotten bastard. I know that hardly hurt you."
A moment later, a man-shaped silhouette soon appeared, standing nonchalantly in the carnage.
The masked figure strolled through the rubble with almost exaggerated swagger, coming to stop just short of Conrad.
Anonymous let out a low chuckle, observing the man before him.
" To be honest with you, that last punch hurt quite a bit. So I'm afraid I'll have to return the favour."
Conrad shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets.
A confident smirk appeared on his face, his lips curling to form a confident smirk.
" Feel free to try. That is, if you can even land a single punch on me."
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