The man dressed in camouflage, wearing a half-mask, stood on a wooden platform more than a meter high, coldly surveying the new batch of assassin seedlings below.
Very dissatisfied in his heart.
The number is too small, unable to cultivate the top-level assassins he desires.
Below the stage, the four detectives felt very uneasy, not expecting to be sent to an assassin training camp, something quite different from the original mission they received.
Are they really expected to target these kids?
The four felt resistant internally, planning how to get the news out from here so their people can rescue the children sooner.
Ji Ning glanced around, noticing that not only had the five of them been brought here, but many unfamiliar faces as well.
They were all young, thin and frail, as if just taken from some refugee camp.
Some of the children's skin color and features differed greatly from theirs.
