Inside a small house in the alley, several pairs of bare feet stood on the damp floor.
Arthur was tied to the chair with his hands behind his back. In the dim kerosene light, Arthur calmly observed the group of tense assassins.
To Arthur's surprise, the attire of these people was far different from the image of professional assassins supported by large funds that he had in mind.
Most of their entire clothing was merely a goatskin covering from the neck to the knees, coupled with long coarse cloth trousers, with the sewing thread spun so roughly that it clearly showed the tailor's lack of skill.
Strands of brown-black long hair hung down the sides of their cheeks, naturally mingling with the goatskin on their bodies, almost getting entangled. Generally speaking, assassins were reckless desperados, whose ruthless attitude was their true portrayal. However, the heads of this group of assassins were always bowed, and their eyes involuntarily liked to stare at the ground.
