My codename is Ghost Blade, an executor who walks in the gray area.
After three years of cooperation and twenty safe deliveries, a sudden explosion in Dongduwan Warehouse No. 3 Shredded all pretense.
The balance of the transaction was burned in the sea of fire, the collaborator Ken lost contact out of thin air, all the transaction partners perished in the flames, and I was reduced to the only survivor and was regarded as the last target on the cleanup list.
Steel bars pierced his shoulders and his body was severely injured, but he narrowly escaped death from the rubble of the fire scene. In the past, cooperation was a carefully arranged dead game, and I was just a disposable chess piece.
Fierce flames cannot burn away a body of murderous bones, nor can calculations trap the sharp blade of revenge.
The moment I climbed out of the sewers of the port area, I was no longer employed by others, and I no longer served as a knife in other people's hands.
All those who have set up betrayal and hidden murderous intentions are waiting for me to account for them one by one.
Before the sea of fire is over, sharp knives emerge from the mountain; anyone who plans to harm me will pursue me for thousands of miles and will not stop until death!
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