In contrast, her instructor, Netherworld, was dressed in black and had a golden mask on his face. His entire body exuded a cold aura, looking like a person who did not allow anyone to go near him.
After thinking for a long time, Feng Qing couldn't think of any suitable reason. In the end, she could only think that Netherworld was taking advantage of the fact that he's a has-been to swagger around.
It was no wonder that she thought this way. Although there were indeed killers and assassin organizations, in human society, there were very few people who engaged in the assassin profession. It had been a full ten years since the era of Netherworld's reputation. Other than the assassin world, there were very few people who could remember him. As for those who had never seen or knew Netherworld, when they saw a person wearing a mask walking on the street, they would probably treat him as a lunatic.