In a never-sleeping metropolis, on the crowded stony pavement, among fashionable people walking and sticking their eyes to their cellphones, slowly paced a young man in plain pit black trench coat. Since the temperature was around 15C, lots of people chose some kind of sleeveless jacket or thin overcoat instead of a thick trench coat like the young man.

However, he didn’t wear such an outfit due to the coldness but blending in with other people. He liked to see himself as a part of this society and to act as a mortal.

The starry night wasn’t easily seen anymore because of light pollution. The excessive use of artificial light resulted from the glittery buildings and skyscrapers, but the young man was looking at the stars as if the pollution had never been there.

While he was crossing the intersection of the roads, a teenage girl was scurrying toward without taking her eyes off her phone and about to bang into the young man. Fortunately, half a tick before the two crashing, the young man, still regarding the dazzling stars and listening to music with his earphone, stepped aside to avoid the teenager.

No one on the street witnessed the incredible move of the man since they were too bothered by their own business, yet he didn’t care much. Shortly after leaving the crossroad, his phone rang and a familiar name showed up on the screen.

“What’s up Orment? Working hour is due,” the young man said.

“We have a situation. Some guys are rummaging through the warehouse.”

Those words surprised him, “Where are the guards?”

“All down. Seems to be… professional.” The voice was shaking at the other end of the line.

“Calm down. I’ll get there soon.” The young man hung up and vanished in the middle of the crowd, undetected.

The cold wind was gusting through the facilities in the middle of a silent night. The region was isolated from the rest of the city, uniquely constructed for warehouses and supportive premises.

The place looked very much like a scrapyard full of scrap metals waiting to be recycled if there weren’t guards patrolling at night.

The area comprised several square layers; the outer square areas were used for the warehouses that deposited common products or materials for social supplies, whereas the inner squares were for high technologies. The deeper people went inside, the heavier protection they would encounter.

At the center of the last square, tens of security guards fainted, suffering no injury. Those guys lying down there had been recruited due to their renown in the underground fights.

They all underwent the roughest training in the world before they were hired by the owners of the central warehouses. When they were introduced to the metropolises, there was no successful intrusion into people’s domain under their protection.

Undoubtingly, this was the work of the dangerous mercenaries from influential organizations.

A severe situation.

It was why Orment, a former army special force soldier, insisted on the young man’s presence.

Orment was a middle-aged well-built man with a pair of golden glasses on his face. His black hair was significantly short and well suited to his dark skin. He was putting on a grey suit with brown leather shoes while standing on the top of another warehouse, opposite the one being invaded.

The second he put his phone back in his pants’ pocket, a figure stepped forward right behind him in absolute silence. Orment wasn’t astonished and didn’t have to look back to confirm the figure’s identity.

It was the very person he had called for help.

The young guy was completely contrary to Orment. He was petite and pale-skinned. He had got silver hair and long fingernails. It was nearly impossible to tell what he was thinking by looking at his poker face.

“I’m glad that you come right away,” the former soldier spoke in relief.

“You’re worried. Why?” A low icy voice gently reached Orment’s ear.

By the time Orment was about to explain the issue, the young man had been observing the crime scene for a while.

According to the former soldier, a group of five people dressing like ninjas appeared from the darkness, assaulted their warehouse, and took down all the guards without noise.

It was pure luck that Orment’s arrival wasn’t detected, thus he decided to make a call rather than risking his life.

Old Orment had no idea how those ninjas were able to eliminate everyone so easily, let alone which organization they served.

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The facility those thieves broke into was in a fearsome individual’s possession. He couldn’t tell the outcome this incident, but he was certain that things weren’t going to settle down peacefully.

After the young man had a grasp of the occurrence, he left Orment on the roof, jumped down on the ground, and walked into his property alone.

Suddenly, a chill made the old soldier tremble, like a finger of death stroking his spine.

“Damn. It’s happening again.” The man muttered and shook his head as if he knew exactly what was going to happen in the facility.

**

The area wasn’t very large. Yet nearly twenty minutes had passed, and the intruders must have found what they came for.

There was nothing here but containers filled with advanced technological equipment, the same as the other storehouses around.

“The intel can’t be wrong. The numbers match.”

“Then where is the package?”

The ninjas exchanged words while confirming their given information.

This task should have been a piece of cake for such exceptional individuals like them, yet it was about to turn into their first failure.

Later, before shadows could decide to retreat or stay, a footstep alerted them.

The figure was comfortably stepping inside as if there was no one here, slowly approaching them.

“You there. Who are you?” An impatient thief asked, irritated.

“Hey! Stop right there!” Another spoke, believing the figure had spotted their presence.

…

“No time waste here. Kill him!”

Soon after the order was given, all five thieves disappeared in the darkness.

The young man kept pressing forward and didn’t seem to care much of what was going on.

As he was deliberately walking in, a needle was flying at his neck.

It was too fast for him to react.

His life was on the verge of death.

Outrageously, it missed.

The man’s luck stunned the whole crew. The one who shot that lethal needle had never missed, even for once, since they started working together many years ago. A tiny clatter made by the needle hitting the container confirmed its target.

Feeling hard to accept the failure, several more needles were shot at the young man at once. Although the man didn’t change his pace, none of them successfully hit. The shooter almost let out a sound while the others’ eyes widened before the unbelievable scene.

Afore the young man realized that he had just escaped The Death’s Scythe, another guy dashed to him with a dagger in hand. If the distant attack didn’t kill him, they should bring it up close. At the right distance, the blade slashed the young man and was to take his head.

It missed, once again.

The assassin seemed to miscalculate the range and the blade didn’t reach the man’s flesh. At this point, no one could comprehend the circumstance. There was no way that two of the best killers in the world could make such primary mistakes.

“Just… How?”

None of them had the answer.

The scene before them completely went out of their comprehension, albeit they had witnessed many things supposed to be unreal.

Despite the bizarre event in the warehouse, the crew of five must exterminate the dangerous being in front of them.

The dagger handler jumped back as a habit to avoid any potential counterattack and got ready for the second attempt. Another member thrusted a spike into the target’s chest and the needle shooter had fired another turn. The attack combination was deadly effective to deal with a person.

However, there were more than three of them attacking. Another guy had launched something at the back and fired at the living target.

The young man stopped at the center of the property, putting his hands into the pants pockets and keeping his chin up, as though he was waiting for the coming blows.

The strikes enclosed him, inevitable.

However, the young man stood still without any scratches, whereas the perpetrators injured themselves.

“Err…”

“Argh…”

The needles once again marginally passed the man’s eyes and stabbed the dagger holder in the shoulder. On the other side, the knife momentarily left the owner’s hand and pierced the needle shooter.

Worse, the third assailant, instead of aiming at the man’s chest, speared the spike straight into the comrade’s abdomen, causing a severe wound.

More mysteriously, an invisible force blew the spike user away and he slammed into the container, deforming the iron rectangle.

The blustered guy coughed out blood and ragingly stared at a dark corner in the room. He yet quickly turned away to not expose his companion’s position.

When their techniques caused no harm to the young man, the fourth one tried a superweapon. It didn’t succeed either and caused more harm to the group.

By this time, the only one member left of the squad had a better overview of their opponent, a dangerous one. After years of fighting between life and death, no army in the world posed a similar threat to them.

The cold air slithered into the storing room, and they all felt a wintry chill gradually infusing into their fleshes and bones.

The absurd accident astonished the last individual of the group, also the leader, catching him in an inexplicable scenario.

In the end, the young man remained in his position and didn’t even fight back up to this point. A flood of questions rampaged in the intruders’ minds. Although the man had done nothing to them, they were already considering leaving the place.

“Retreat!” A difficult command, but the leader couldn’t risk it.

Due to years of working together, the others instantly turned over and headed to the exit.

“Leaving already?” The mysterious owner emitted a sigh.

The thieves just skipped a heartbeat after hearing his words, more precisely his eyes.

Within the darkness, all five of them unmistakably saw his eyes staring at them like a predator staring at its prey. Despite the glowing lampposts outside, the doors were barely opened, and the ninjas were concealing themselves in the darkest corners.

Noticing one of them? It might be luck.

Looking at two? It still might be luck.

Gazing at all five? It was like winning the biggest lottery in the history five times in a row.

The thieves however were professional. They shook their head out of the confusion and bolted to the exit.

A deadly mistake.

*Doors Slamming*

“What? How?” The thieves were trapped like rats.

But the young wasn’t near the doors.

“Who?”

…

From the start, these fellows didn’t bother the one-way entrance and haughtily treated the young man as an easy prey. And they got backfired by his inexplicable ability.

His lips curved a gentle smirk but to the stealers, it came from an ambassador of death.

“We need to fight our way out,” the leader alerted.

They nodded at each other and spread out again. This time they were going to throw everything they had to the warehouse owner.

Unfortunately, before their target took damage, they did.

Their hearts were grabbed and squished by enigmatic force. The ninjas fell down like a puppet whose strings had been cut off.

Under the glimmering Moon, a warehouse had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Nonetheless, no one knew.