[Dark Group Owner: @The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu, These photos are...]
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: I don't know either. A few days ago, I encountered a robot from the Stan Country. It tried to kill me on sight. After I counter-killed it, I found this in its database.]
Seven looked at the data core in his hand, smiling wryly in helplessness.
[Dark Group Owner: These should be your assassination photos from before you lost your memory.]
[Dark Group Owner: Stan Country's technology is unparalleled in the world, so it's not impossible for them to obtain these materials. But the key is, do you remember any of this?]
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: If I remembered, I wouldn't be so troubled.]
Seven looked at his own hands, his heart turning cold.
'So, the me from back then really was the Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu who had killed so many people.'
This made Seven eager to know:
'What exactly had he experienced back then?'
[Dark Group Owner: Don't rush. Generally, the ones who know you best are your opponents. Search those photos carefully. Are there any cases of people who fought you but survived?]
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: That's impossible. According to the Stan Country's database statistics, none of the targets Seven went after survived.]
[Dark Group Owner: I'm not asking about targets, but opponents. You're called the number one assassin of Xuanwu. It's impossible that no one challenged you. You wouldn't have killed all those people too, would you?]
Seven's body trembled, his pupils contracting sharply.
'That's right! my opponents weren't all assassination targets!'
'Given my pre-amnesia personality, towards those who challenged me, I usually only repelled them, never killed them.'
Thinking this, Seven quickly operated the data core.
Searching for photos of those who survived.
Beep, beep, beep.
Stan Country's technology lived up to its reputation as the world's best, even its search intelligence was quite advanced.
After simple keyword filtering, Seven found what he wanted.
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: Compared to the photos of killed targets, there are only seven records of opponents who survived after fighting me.]
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: Uploaded seven photos to the group album.]
Hattori clicked lightly and opened the album contents.
Compared to the previous bloody and terrifying murder photos, the figures in these seven pictures all had a unique aura.
First photo: Snowy Villa, snowflakes dancing.
A white-haired middle-aged man lay defeated under Seven's sword.
In front of him, a plum blossom-shaped bloodstain remained.
Seven coldly glanced back, pulling up his hood.
The frame froze.
"Hmm, he looks a bit like Plum Blossom Thirteen's biological father. Did he challenge Seven back then?"
Hattori grew interested and continued scrolling.
Second photo: A blood-demonized Redtooth was sent flying by a single sword strike from Seven.
Unlike the green Seven from the original anime, the Seven in this photo was already in his period as the Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu.
With just one sword strike, he sent Redtooth, whose body was fully possessed by the blood demon and whose combat power was at its peak, flying into a stone wall.
If not for Redtooth's extremely strong recovery ability, any ordinary martial arts master would have long since died.
Third, fourth, and fifth photos:
The backgrounds in the photos were a mountain peak, a great desert, and a pavilion, respectively.
Seven defeated three martial arts masters who looked very different but were clearly highly skilled, one by one, then brushed his sleeves and left.
"Gasp, it feels like no one could push him to use his full strength. Just how strong was Seven at his peak?"
Looking at the scenes in the photos, Hattori couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
The power level in the Scissor Seven World wasn't actually low.
Da Chun, ranked over a thousand on the Bodyguard Leaderboard, could withstand missiles with his body, indestructible like diamond.
Not to mention those famous masters in the martial world…
But before Seven, they still couldn't last more than a single move.
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: @Dark Group Owner, Group Owner, take a look at the sixth and seventh photos. They seem to be people from Chicken Island?]
Hattori's shoulders trembled, and he quickly opened the two photos.
Sixth photo:
Seven's expression was cold and detached as he walked through the night.
Before him was a character from Scissor Seven who had no lines but played an extremely important role…
The Miracle Doctor!
Seven took off a giant black coffin from his back and handed it to the Miracle Doctor.
The Miracle Doctor rubbed his right hand, indicating he needed payment.
Seven took out a bulging money bag with his left hand and casually tossed it to the Miracle Doctor.
The frame froze here.
One hand holding the coffin, one hand exchanging money, the night with a bright moon, the mysterious assassin.
The entire photo exuded an eerie atmosphere.
"I can't figure it out. It's probably a big secret even the original work didn't cover."
Hattori shook his head and shifted his gaze to the seventh photo.
It was Uncle Chen!
This character from the original work, with a combat power of only 45, the only one without a hidden identity,
In the seventh photo, however, seemed particularly intimidating.
He held that small black handgun, pressing it against Seven's hood.
His mouth was slightly open, as if saying something.
Seven didn't respond to him, nor did he counterattack, just left on his own… leaving only a back view.
Both photos contained a wealth of information, yet there was no clear starting point.
[Dark Group Owner: @The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu, The sixth and seventh photos contain too much information. If I were you, I'd first find the person from the first photo. You might be able to ask about some things from back then.]