Fifty meters away from the anonymous hospital, in a dilapidated alley transformed from a forsaken mining tunnel, the miner who was lying on the ground, as if he had drunk too much wine to stand up, was in fact "Shadowless" Duan Rui, one of the best assassins from the peripheral worlds of the Imperium.
His invisible and unpredictable blades were even more volatile than the shadows in a mist. The queer saber that Li Yao had carefully forged for him could even pierce through the tiniest gap on the joints of the crystal suits.
Twenty meters away from "Shadowless" Duan Rui was a woman in sexy clothes and heavy makeup, but her face and her body were both old and flabby. At first look, she appeared to have been exhausted in the oldest trade of mankind, and she could barely do anything with her legs anymore except for opening them.