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The sight tickled her so much that she let out a small laugh, shocking everyone in the room, including herself. On the outside world, viewers from all walks of life couldn’t help but comment on what just occurred. Akiko Kanzaki was an emotionless assassin known to never show any expressions on her face. Yet, she was so easily disarmed by an unknown boy ranked last in Godfather High School! Earlier, Zen announced that he was no longer part of the Taro family. Without a family, this boy was free real estate! [The Godfather is intrigued by your ability to charm the Death Princess. You have been awarded 100 credits.]

Groan in pain, the giant assassin tried to stand back up but because of the heavy bulk of the costume, it could not get back up. Breathing hard Yoshiki left the giant bear assassin to its struggle and headed straight for the kitchen, walking up to one of the kitchen drawers, pulling it out he took out the biggest knife inside and closed it as he headed back to the living room, his eyes holding a sinister gleam. Seeing the open door, Yoshiki changed his way a bit and closed the door and locked it, making it impossible for someone to get in or get out. Standing in front of the assassin, Yoshiki dropped onto his knees and brought up the knife he was holding, and put it through the assassin bear

Raising the dagger again, they aimed to strike, but she swiftly sidestepped, delivering a powerful knee strike to the assassin's head. The assassin let out a muffled grunt, their vision blurred, and they collapsed unconscious. Tatiana looked at the assassin sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly red from the adrenaline. As Tatiana caught a faint whiff of blood in the air, she momentarily felt as if she had been transported back to her own time. Assassination, being assassinated, death... Tatiana clenched her fists tightly, her eyesgrowing red, filled with the urge to confront and kill the assassin.

Hinila ko ang isa dito papalayo, saka ko hinubad ang kaniyang damit habang isinusuot ko sa kaniya ang aking baluti ng sa gayun ay sabihin ng mga assassin na ako ay namatay sa pagkakahulog mula sa bakurang ito. Lumayo ako mula sa bangkay at nagtago sa matayog na damo saka sumigaw na para bang ako'y nahulog. Di nagtagal ay natagpuan ng apat na assassin ang bangkay ng babaeng kunyare ay ako. Tiningnan nito ng maigi ang mukha, ngunit dahil suot naman neto ang aking baluti ay nakumbinsi rin silang bangkay ko nga ang kanilang natagpuan. -Princess Louvier's PoV

Everything depended on him. Mane grasped the small dagger in his hand and was on high alert. The dagger was the small blunt knife that was beside the stone tablet in his room. He had picked it up when he was preparing to hide. The knife he had never paid attention to was his only means of defense now. His own breathing was like a whisper now, and even he couldn’t hear it. He could hear everything that was happening outside his room. And that was why he was able to discern the change when it happened. The small wind that forcefully pried his window open and the lithe figure that found its way into his room through it didn’t escape Mane’s senses. His eyes were closed, but his ears weren’t. “As

said the leader. “No, no, no, stop, stop,” shouted Yoshiro when he saw one vigilante moving towards him to open his ropes. “Okay, okay, relax! Don’t fight me. Fight one of my people. Is that okay with you?” asked the leader. “Yeah, I can do that,” said Yoshiro with confidence. He finally gulped to catch his breath. After what the leader told him he knew he was never going to win. The leader outed himself as the world-famous assassin. The whole world was afraid of them. How could a mere mortal like Yoshiro fight against them?

That moment, he recalled the night he got to see the back of the assassin attacking him all night…that assassin had the tattoo. "Danika!" he said, clutching her palms to his chest. “It has been you all along? Why did I not discover this reality sooner? Why? Why did you have to conceal who you were? How did you even become an assassin….?” He dropped to his knees and began to cry hysterically. "You must get up and give me an explanation of everything, Danika. I won't let you go this time again….” he held her palm to his face, his tears wetting it.

Nicholas asked on a phone call with a sniffling tone which made Juliana know he was still not at home or probably had been running or busy trying to ensure he tailed everyone of her targets. "Not yet... Nicholas, do go home, just give me the details and get back to your family." She half whispered with a chilled exhale coming out cold from her breath. He hung up the call and instantly she received a message from him — a message that showed the pictures of the two vampires she should be seeing around at the nightclub that night. After looking at the pictures for a minute, she noticed two vehicles approaching the night clubhouse and quickly placed her left eye on the sniper gun's optics, and w

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

Miles away, the freezing wind howled through a rusted, abandoned warehouse near the industrial canal. Shinjiro slammed his bloody phone onto a dented oil drum, a massive, unhinged grin stretching across his face. "Boss, what's the word?" his lieutenant stepped forward, lowering his submachine gun. "Did the highway team finish it?" "Victor is dog meat!" Shinjiro laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. The six remaining Tokyo vanguard assassins let out a savage roar, clashing their heavy combat boots against the concrete floor and raising their rifle barrels toward the metal rafters.