Kapitel 1292: I Am An Assassin With No Sense Of Direction

"I am an assassin with no feelings," Rex said coldly as he swung his black windbreaker over, and walked out of the Bastie Prison.

"I am an assassin with no sense of direction," Connie said meekly as she put her helmet on.

Rex, who was walking in front, stumbled and almost fell. He turned around and knocked on Connie's helmet with his fist as he said, "Can you not wear this tortoiseshell when you're assassinating someone?"

"Master, didn't you say that an assassin has to be mysterious?" Connie said with grievance as she lifted her visor.

"If you killed those who saw you, you would be very mysterious." Rex pressed his lips together. She really was a blockhead.

"That's… too cruel, isn't it?" Connie was hesitant.