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The man let out a blood-curdling scream and soon lay dead before Adrian. Having dealt with him, Adrian couldn't shake the peculiar feeling he had. How could the esteemed leader of the Netherites be so weak? Realizing something, he left the beach and sped back to Exasword.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

They managed to sneak to the secret room she’d shown him all those years ago. “So, what exactly is the plan here Nette?” he linked her to keep from being heard. She blushed a little at the nickname. “I have no idea but we can’t go to him without finding out what Odus is up to.” “He will kill you on sight, you know that much, right?” he asked her. “He won’t even believe that I’m here in the first place. He probably thinks I’m dead,” she argued. “You seem to forget that my brother can hold grudges forever,” he reminded.

I always doubt. Nero’s gaze softened. He brought my hand down and slowly smiled. “Baby, you can just ask about me. I would answer every damn question.” He caressed my cheek. I pouted. I don’t want to ask questions. I thought if he really wants to open up to me, he will do it on his own, willingly. He sighed and chuckled. “Alright. I’m Nero Nicholas Bennett. Twenty-four. Only son of Neil Bennett. My mom died when I was three due to a vehicular accident.”

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

“Don’t worry about me, Joan,” “How can I not? You are breaching every bond you have with the other mafias, and now the cops seem to want to take advantage of it. There are two options here, Nero. You might end up dead or imprisoned.” Nero chuckled and walked to the door. “Isn’t it the same thing?” He asked, was there a difference between a dead man and an imprisoned man? Nero pulled the door open, and Lena stood there. Well, he had expected her to be behind that door with her brain creating fuzzy images.

I said. “What are you going on about now?” “Estacio is dead,” I said. There was a moment of silence. Chief Hogar and his collaborator went several shades paler, while the staff and techs were looking expectantly at them. Only Madam Josefa remained looking unconcerned. “That’s impossible!” Chief Hogar exclaimed, feeling the gaze of his subordinates. “How can you know that when no one but Agent Lee has seen him?” “Easy,” I said, directing their attention to Jester’s location. A single yellow dot pulsed in the room. “If he were alive, I’d be able to sense him. Dead people have no emotions, you know.”