“Seven pence,” the boss continued in that unfriendly tone.,Whatever, he's just an unknown assassin. He takes on jobs and gets by day to day. Who knows what tomorrow brings Maybe one day he can't do it anymore and starves in his own home. He doesn't care about what happens on the battlefield at all.,But luckily, today's job was pretty easy. The knife was sharp and easily pierced the other person's neck, tearing through the neck muscles and reaching the windpipe. With a light flick, I cut open the entire airway...。