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Otherwise he would help the wrong people and promote the false. “He…he…he,” Lam tried to find what was wrong with Orange Monk’s actions, but nothing in the rules served to rebuke the way Orange Monk had won the fight! “Exactly. The Blue Team members thought exactly like you did, and that was why Blue Mantis fell so easily to someone who should have had a bit of difficulty overcoming him. This is war. You can decorate it however you want; you can find rules to make it more civil; but it would still be what it is – it would still be war. As long as one has a good brain, one could find one’s way around any rules and regulations and bend it to one’s favor. That is brilliance. That is strategy. A

“Joanne, I'm not a saint, and don't blame me once I fight back on you.” “I will never blame you because I will ensure you will die in my hands. Did you think you're stronger than me? Of course not. You're nothing but a daughter of a bitch. Did you think I'm not of the assassin they have sent just to kill you?” she whispered in my ears, and I managed not to react recklessly. The thought she knew about those assassins made me want to think she might be telling the truth. “You aren't qualified to be an assassin. You don't know how to act well like them.” I answered back I sat on the couch and crossed my legs so she would know who was the one who had the authority over us.

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

He looked quite beaten. “My Liege, a sovereign grade fighter appeared. He was a really difficult opponent. Both of us were severely injured…” Drake said grimly. If Drake was admitting something like that, the assassin sent here must have been extraordinary. “I was incompetent and could not capture him. Please punish me as you see fit,” said Drake apologetically. He felt ashamed. Dustin waved him off. “He was a top assassin from a global assassination organization. That’s all there is to it. It’s not your fault,” he said indifferently.

“Tsk. What’s so great about that person anyway.” Jay rolled his eyes and looked in Zeke's direction. “Dude, he’s like at the top of the top in the worldwide assassination board! He had already killed thousands or even millions of criminals from the moment his name was known in our world. The living legend who made all the police burn their hair off from causing havoc in that particular massacre years ago! Shit. He's every assassin's icon!" "And is that something to be proud of?" Jay was confused.

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

I tightly hold the weapon in my hands and coldly glance at the remaining seventy-nine assassins who were acting high and mighty just because they have the citizens under their control. Although I still haven't got my original strength and body back, doesn't mean that I'm weak enough to be protected. However, I didn't admit that I'm strong either, especially since these assassins in front of me have also their abilities. But now I wasn't hesitant to rush in their direction to eliminate them, given how they trampled upon the lives of the others, which is unforgivable! They also killed innocent people and even beat those children who don't have the strength to defend themselves!

Against him, The Wraith's past victories meant nothing. The assassin’s grip tightened on his blade. His unnatural hearing picked up Jason's heartbeat—steady, controlled. Not even elevated. As an elite assassin, The Wraith had always thought he was at the top of the food chain. His reflexes were ten times faster than normal humans. His strength could bend steel. But now he wasn't so sure. Compared to Jason, The Wraith was a street-level thug while Jason was a phantom among kings calculated, disciplined, and untouchable. Where The Wraith skulked in shadows for scraps, Jason turned the entire darkness into his hunting ground.

Her hand twitched as though she longed to reach for a weapon that wasn’t there. Marco noticed. He placed a hand over hers, firm and guarding. “Not here.” He murmured under the music, his voice a command more than a suggestion. Alessa inhaled sharply, her gaze flicking away. She hated this–the waiting, the pretending. She was an assassin by nature, trained to strike, not to sit beneath chandeliers while enemies smiled across from her.

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