In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,Zhou's momentum had completely dissipated in an instant. If he had just been perceived by others as a level-ten threat, now he appeared more like a street thug, a complete change of persona.,The people on the left clearly brightened up upon hearing this. They came here following orders, traveling for miles just for this one man's guarantee. If they failed, their organization wouldn't let them go. These wolves, assassins who attempted to kill the president, now had their lives in this man's hands. Things were much harder for the black man on the right. This statement felt like a death sentence to them. Their goal was the same; the answer they received and the consequences that followed would be equally shared.。