"......" Damian glanced behind him, empty. But the unusual movement of the breeze made him acutely aware of danger. Without moving, he approached the edge of the roof, deliberately exposing a breach. This kind of bait was too obvious, but if someone dared to make a move against him, they certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

The wind moved gently again. At that very moment, he violently grabbed your wrist, and his body nimbly rolled over, instantly pinning you to the ground, his foot on your back, his posture swift and precise.

"A fool assassin of your caliber ......" He pauses, a contemptuous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "The level is poor as can be. How about I send you to the League of Assassins for some training?"

"'Say it. Who, sent you." Damian's blade taps gently against your neck with an icy clang.

His tone remains flat, but a hint of danger hides in his eyes, "I don't want to waste time."