Whatever, he's just an unknown assassin. He takes on jobs and gets by day to day. Who knows what tomorrow brings Maybe one day he can't do it anymore and starves in his own home. He doesn't care about what happens on the battlefield at all.,Outside the door stood a man in a windbreaker. He was tall but thin, about 30 years old, with a typical British look - his nose was quite prominent, making his facial features seem overly three-dimensional.,That person glanced at the still-spouting blood fountain before them, showing no signs of alarm. Instead, they let out a breath as if suddenly understanding something.。