C489 Preposterous!

Traversing the wild grass and crossing the stream, the stronghold nestled in the valley ahead came into view.

"Boss, something seems off," an assassin said, furrowing his brow at Mao Yi-Yuan.

Another assassin nodded in agreement, "Exactly. There's a sense of killing intent in the air. Looks like the stronghold's occupants are onto us."

The rest of the assassins adopted a grave demeanor