(Twin Fang Planet, Merchants District, 45 Minutes Later)
After leaving the United Carriers store, Leo walked into a modest-looking item shop next, that was tucked between a weapons boutique and a mana accessories outlet.
The walls inside were lined with gear for both rookie assassins and seasoned killers, such as boots that nullified footsteps, protective bracelets that could deflect low-grade spells, and masks designed to blur facial features.
Leo's eyes settled on a plain black concealment mask near the center shelf.
It had no design, no flair, just a matte, contoured surface with a smooth texture and a built-in mana dampener that would interfere with facial recognition attempts.
"How much?" he asked the shopkeeper.
"Thirty-two thousand MP," the woman replied, not bothering to pitch it, as the item pretty much sold itself.
