My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero Manga Romane & Geschichten

An insult to me and everything I believed and stood for. It was foreign, annoying, and entirely impossible for me. Such a predicament only happened to weak men—and I damn right wasn’t weak I pressed the nozzle deeper into her neck. “I’m not falling for anyone," I snapped, “she’s a mission. Nothing more. When the time comes, I’ll finish it. I’ll off her and walk away without looking back.” It felt like I was talking more to myself than to her.

“Apparently, he had some run-ins with the Brass Syndicate and wasn’t able to pay his dues.” “How’d you know it’s the Brass Syndicate?!” Zach asked. “Tattoo on his neck, sir,” she immediately answered, pointing at the man she shot on the head. She was looking at him hardly, ready for any more of his questions. She managed to look over her right shoulder and saw one wrestled with one of the police. “Watch out!”

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

*Whoosh* The assassin showed just why he was an assassin, utilizing the power of the wind to propel himself into Mane at a speed that even if the young Supreme was at his best, he would not be able to do anything about it; however, was Mane planning to do anything about it in the first place? The young Supreme disregarded the attack of the assassin and gathered power into his arms. His eyes flashed coldly as he allowed the dagger to strike him, producing sparks from the point of contact, for even with the aid of the wind, his skin would not be breached. Looking at his opponent Mane saw the reason for assassin’s brazenness in leaving himself open. “They all have the armour huh,” Mane thought

Rigel’s voice slices through the haze. And suddenly, it’s like I’ve been doused in ice water. I drop my hand, severing the connection. The assassin collapses, coughing and wheezing, but still alive. My own breathing is ragged, my hands shaking violently. What the hell did I just do? The remaining assassins, seeing their fallen comrade writhing on the ground, hesitate. The rogue leader watches me with a glint of satisfaction, as if I’ve done exactly what he wanted.

Chapter 28: Survival Manga ordered the retreat of his warriors but Annatoria couldn't go after him. She and her forces were weak a d chasing him might eventually lead to her defeat. She needed to treat her warriors. As she watched Manga flee, her emotions began to return. Her eyes traveled to Asher who was on the ground, his good and healthy arm tightly holding his broken arm. “I'm sorry, Asher" She hugged him, his arm bleeding profusely. “It's fine, you're strong. I know it" He said, observing that she was about to cry. His gentle pat on her back wasn't enough comfort for her.

It had sent them to their deaths! At once, the remaining assassins from the third zone backed away, looked at each other, and dared not step forward. Only a few assassins had reached the peak of the fourth zone. At this moment, their expressions were indifferent as they glanced at their dead companion on the floor with a disdainful smile. One of them was a tall, dark disciple with muscles all over his body, just like a gorilla. He stepped forward, squeezed his fists tightly together, laughed disdainfully, and said, “Very good. I didn't expect to meet my match. Your next opponent is me, and the 50 million bounty will be mine!”

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.