My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero Manga Novels & Stories

Kiera’s POV I reached the shelter entrance just as the assassins broke through the outer defenses. Two guards lay dead or dying, their bodies crumpled near the doorway. I didn’t hesitate. I tore into the assassins with savage fury, the artifact amplifying my strength beyond anything I’d felt before. I was a white blur of claws and teeth, a mother protecting her child from threats that wanted to harm him. The first assassin went down before he even registered my presence. My jaws closed around his throat and I felt his life end with brutality.

We don’t have many elderly in the world outside of the Pack; most people are lucky to make it to adulthood, never mind get grey hairs. “You mean me?” I ask him, I can’t keep the joking tone at bay; I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I’m an assassin; I go where I’m needed and move on when I’m done. Gideon asked for my help and because of the kids, I’m happy to give it but once the kids are safe and the Pack is still standing, I plan on moving on.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

Witnessing the condition, she had no other choice but to flee from the territory. She came to the human town without anything to survive, not even her clothes before she made her friend who introduced her to an assassinating Agency where she was trained to be an assassin. There she made a lot of money and was now living fine. ** " Hello, are you still there? Do you know him?" The man on the phone questioned because of the sudden silence. " Who wants him dead?" Ashley asked because the client wasn't the only person who wanted the alpha dead. She too also wanted that man dead maybe they might collaborate.

They both had bloody faces. "The two man who is fighting right now is an assassin like me, that man," she pointed to a man in red shorts, his nose is broken and blood is streaming down to his lips. His body is bulky and really large, and his biceps are really big. I found it scary, but I'm not afraid. "He's the top five out of a thousand assassins in this Mafia." Oh, that's quite impressive. "And that one," she said and pointed to its opponent.

“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!”

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face. "What?" I asked, looking at her and then at Bandit, who still had his attention on us. "Nothing," She smirked, stepping onto the sidewalk. "Byeeeee." I stepped back. "Bye." I waved and began walking to the entrance of the club. Bandit nodded at me when I walked past him, and I gave him a polite smile before stepping into the club. I wasn't stupid. I knew Bandit had a huge crush on me. Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not wi

"Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time." "Just because you can do magic doesn't mean we can't stop you," the assassin smirked. "The Leader Is much more powerful than you." I scoff. I leaned forward and grabbed the assassin around his neck. "You are determined about your Leader. But that leader of yours. If he wants to kill me, he should send someone who can handle the job instead of an amateur." "You bitch!" I chuckled menacingly and removed my grip from his neck. "Yes, I know. Nothing new there."