'Ugh… it hurts.'
The female killer slowly regained consciousness, feeling a dull throbbing pain pulsing at the back of her head.
Her brows furrowed.
'What happened…?'
Fragments of memory surfaced in her mind.
'I was about to use the anaesthetic poison on that young maid…'
As the scene replayed in her thoughts. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of her head.
And everything went dark.
The realisation hit her immediately.
'I was knocked unconscious.'
Her heart skipped a beat. What horrified her even more was the fact that she wasn't alarmed.
What kind of skill must one have to secretly ambush her? The top killer on the list? 'No, even they don't have that kind of skill.'
"Oh, you have woken up."
Just then, a lazy voice sounded in her ears. Her eyes snapped open. What appeared in her vision was a handsome young man; she recognised him immediately. He was her target behind tonight's infiltration. She didn't expect to meet him under such circumstances.
