The old man was an exceptional assassin himself. But all the orphans he had trained, including Jun Moxie himself, the manner, method, and means he employed… was he really training assassins?
Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. But Jun Moxie would never have the opportunity to get the answer to this question anymore…
But he was ultimately firm on one thing: even if they were sick of being an assassin, one day, all those who had gone through the old man's training would be able to live well, no matter which profession they turned into!
That freakish strictness of the old man, that abusive manner of supervision had made all of them learn too many things! And all knowledge was accompanied by unforgettable pain, so even if they wished to forget it, they couldn't. These were all things that had been branded deep into the soul…