Sir! Open the Genetic Lock!
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
Mr. Fang looked baffled. "Assassin's Creed...?"
It frustrated him that he had to have assassin players in the shop in order to complete this task.
Are you kidding me? Which self-respecting and busy assassin will come to the shop and play games?
Mr. Fang wondered, Are there such lazy assassins who can live long enough to come to play in my shop?
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Meanwhile, a woman walked toward the intersection outside the shop.
She wore black leather armor, and the hem of her coat swayed in the wind, revealing her long and slender legs and long black boots.
It seemed like no one noticed this figure on the busy street. But at a closer look, one would see that everyone seemed to unconsciously stay a few meters away from her.