Liam sighed heavily after listening to everything Luo had told him. The story was even worse than he'd imagined, and his imagination had already painted a grim picture.
According to Luo, three weeks after Liam left Blackstone City, the assassins from the Devouring Petal Pavilion had apparently grown tired of waiting. Whatever patience they'd initially possessed had evaporated, replaced by frustration and the need for results.
They'd decided to smoke Liam out from whatever hole they thought he'd hidden himself in, and to accomplish that goal, they could only target the one person in the entire city that Liam had ever shown any favorable contact with, Master Han.
Three assassins had stormed the shop on that first day. They hadn't bothered with subtlety or pretense. The moment they'd entered, they'd made their intentions crystal clear—they wanted information about Liam's whereabouts, and they didn't care what methods they needed to employ to get it.
