When the dagger was about to pierce the baby's heart, the rainstorm suddenly stopped in the air. Blood beads flowed backwards along the blade, forming a strange clock pattern on the handle. The leader in black suddenly knelt down and vomited, and what he vomited out was a fragment of a newspaper from twenty years later. The headline read: "The Emperor Consecrates the Six-Fingered Prince."
At this time, the sound of breaking strings came from the wing, and the same coded tattoo as the leader of the men in black appeared on the back of the baby's neck - it was the mark of a time and space criminal. The youngest assassin suddenly took off his mask: "I must kill my future self." His face was seventy-nine times similar to that of a baby.
