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

He was enraged. The bodyguard moved closer to the assassin and punch his stomach. The punch was loaded with strength that the heavy assassin flew like a paper and landed at a far corner of the balcony and he spit out blood! The assassin saw himself as a disgrace to his boss and he felt ashamed and sad " I can't even accomplish boss mission. I'm such a failure!" He hated himself. He knew he was at a disadvantage and decided to use his hidden trick on the bodyguard so he could complete his job.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

I got to her in record time, glad that the car was an automatic as there was no way I would’ve been able to drive a manual transmission as well as our pressure on my stomach. “There’s been an ambush at the house. Machiavelli and his men as well as Jaime.” She didn’t give me a choice but to use my words. I’m more of a listener than a talker and in my line of work, that’s really important. I am an assassin, a fixer of situations, a ghost. I’m the one they call when things go tits up and can’t find a resolution.

On the inside I wanted to just jump into his arms and bask in his delicious scent but on the outside I had to portray the persona of the boss b*tch assassin that I had been using to keep me from jumping his bones as well as maintaining my sanity. “Ewww… you are even more delusional then I thought hahaha. There is no such thing between us. The only relationship we will ever share is one of hunter and prey , assassin and victim type of thing. Guess I am not the only one who needs an antidote. Maybe you should go and see a doctor but make it fast since you don’t have that much left…time is running out,”

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.

I arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training. Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance. "I will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations." "The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

As though reading my mind, Leo continued, “I signed a two-year contract with Alexander, helping him with secret missions. But he didn't want me to leave after two years because I knew too many of his secrets. However, he couldn't kill me either, and that's because of two reasons.” “The first reason is that I am still useful to him, because I have more than twenty trained assassins working under me. In the underworld, assassins are divided according to ranks, from yellow to red and finally to black. Yellow is the lowest, and black is the highest. The black assassins are free to make decisions on their own, and they are free from the clutches of the underworld.” I turned to James, and he nodde

On the contrary, his strength was definitely superior to that of a Supreme Grandmaster! "Did none of you from the Slaughter Gods tell you that a Grandmaster is nothing to me?" Sebastian asked coldly. "Who are you really? How do you know about our organization?" The assassin's eyes were fixed on Sebastian, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief. "You don’t even know who I am and still think you can kill me? The Slaughter Gods are nothing special," Sebastian said with a slight shake of his head as he stepped toward the masked assassin. Seeing Sebastian approaching, the assassin hesitated no longer.

she asked, her gaze piercing, filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “Because you’re too sweet,” I said, and she laughed. “I’m an assassin, and the only reason we’re having this conversation is that I’m in a vulnerable position. I’m a hunter, a renegade, and I definitely don’t have the sensitivity of wolves. You’re adorable. But did you catch the part where I said I’m an assassin?” She laughed again, then nodded. “You could at least try it,” she said, glancing at the tea. “There’s no poison in it. If we wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead. We wouldn’t waste poison on it.”

He coos, his hand brushing over my back in an attempt to calm me. “Thanks.” I rasp, trying to feign a smile. “If you keep thanking me for being a basic human-” “You're not a basic human,” I interrupt. His eyebrows furrow, “Oh, so I can't be basic I kill people?” “Not really.” I press my lips shut. I'm an assassin but I'm still a basic human. Enzo can never be basic, he as it only born with the shinest gold spoon in his mouth, he also has some good status attached to his essence. He doesn't have to say anything, you just feel it, you feel his Aura ooze money, power, sex, and all the rainbows wrapped in warm summer nights.