Novel & Cerita The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay

I thought The drive to the underground warehouse was so long .. I parked my car near an oak tree and came down I walked slowly to the house and knocked twice A creeping looking guy looked at me and let me in The place was a little bit dim ..I could hardly see I found my way back stage and saw Moscow "Gud evening boss"he greeted "Yeah...are you guys ready?"I said getting agitated for no reason "Yeah boss..but there's a problem" "What?!"I snapped "Well...the securities is not that tight..and the demand for male slaves is high"he explained

he asked menacingly, as he pushed his claws further into the guy's stomach. He groaned in pain "I didn't see her face, she met me online and gave us the order to rape the girl, we were meant to receive the payment after we finished the job. I swear, I don't know her, I have told you everything I know, please don't kill me" he pleaded as he cried out in pain. " What is her name" " I don't know her…." "Then you are useless" withdrawing his claws from the guy's body, he slashed the guy's neck with his claws as blood splattered everywhere.

Stain, and he was glad to have been able to do so. Jack looked up, meeting Mr. Stain's gaze. Mr. Stain asked politely, "Are you sure that you can do this? You will be seeing things like this often." Jack nodded confidently, replying, "Try me." Jack had already proven his ability to take out the men without using any weapons, and he was sure he could handle whatever else Mr. stain had in store. He was hopeful that Mr. Stain would still be alive when he was done, as he needed the money desperately. Mr. Stain took five minutes before another car arrived, and he entered the car with Jack, ready to take off. Jack was confident that he could handle whatever came his way, and he was grateful for th

the hefty man said, his cheek was full of scars, scars that told tales of the pasts, scary tales indeed. I'm scared of everyone of them and I have never met the boss. The only person I'm close to is Stanley and I'm beginning to regret ever joining this cult group, how can they give me an assignment to kill an innocent girl. It's my first assignment and I know nothing about guns or girls , I know I want the reward money but I don't want to kill to get money. I followed behind Stanley and the hefty looking man, I'm the youngest so they should go easy on me.

He was going to have a hell of a bruiser and Abby did an internal victory dance. Who were these rough men? Max apparently wasn’t a garden-variety stalker, and his gang had done this before. John – the little worm – was part of their deceitful A-team. It had been an elaborate set-up. Little Lizzy had no idea that her new boyfriend was a lethal gun-for-hire. The man called Slater stood before her, a good-looking bastard, too pretty for the likes of her. Compact, tanned with a slight cleft marring his perfect chin. An etched dimple completed the picture as his eyes settled on her feet.

I dared not move. “You shouldn't say things loosely,” he said, brushing my chin with his thumb. His voice was calm, but sharp enough to make the threat deadly. “I hate this family, and I don't give a fuck what happens to them. But don't expect me to sit quietly and take a threat.” His fingers moved to my lips. “Is that clear?” My lips parted as his thumb circled them. “What do you want with me?” “Fate is a cruel thing,” he said. “I just want to play with it. I want to see what the sick law of this universe has in store for me, and why you're part of it.” His voice hardened. “So I can crush it.”

The latter snatched it and flipped it open to read. After a few minutes of reading, he looked at the man. “Would love to have you work according to my plans.” Nick said, repeating the words he had just read. The man shrugged with a light smile. “You still haven't told me who you are.” Nick said in a demanding tone. “Well,” the man began, sitting upright, “Firstly, I'm not from Moonbeam pack if that is what you're thinking. I'm simply an assassin for hire and Alpha Johan trusted me to handle his dirty work.” He said and smirked.

To their surprise, the attacker stumbled forward and landed with a heavy thud on the ground. A sudden groan tore out of him. He hadn’t prepared for such a fall; it happened too quickly, too unexpectedly. “Ahh… what are you two doing? Get that bastard!” he yelled, fury trembling in his voice. Now it was clear—they weren’t dealing with some ordinary passerby. The slim man finally understood why they’d been promised so much money for this mission. “Hey, Larry—finish him off,” he barked, refusing to take another step forward himself. Instead, he sent Larry—the bull of a man, thick and fat, waiting like a dog for command.

Boss: “Built it from scraps. Started washing cars in an alley behind a bar. No questions asked — just quick work. People trusted me because I didn’t talk. Fixed dents, engines… problems. Problems usually meant people. Word spread. One car turned into ten. Ten turned into a hundred. Before long, people didn’t come for clean cars. They came for clean slates.” The woman leaned forward. “Was there a moment — a single event — that set you on this path?” The Boss’s eyes shifted, almost unwillingly, to an old photograph on the far wall. A boy of seventeen years staring back at him — shaved head, hollow eyes, a smile too sharp for his age. Boss: “I buried my first friend at fifteen. OD’d in an alley