Novel & Cerita The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay

Before it gets dark. I also jumped and landed in mid air, saying, "Who told you we just insulted your boss Sly? He's dead, I killed him, but I won't kill all of you because the land may need strong young men like you, so just take the dead bodies of your boss and his guards and go away in peace." I pointed to the body of their boss, Sly. They all rushed to look at him. When they saw the body, they went insane. I quickly released my bully sword and summoned it to bully all of their weapons.

CHAPTER 4 – Will The fucking punk ass Jamie was tied up and left in a warehouse until I could get to him. I knew that if I went in hot I would kill the bastard before I got any information out of him. And I needed to know who had it out for Shay. When Jamie came to work for me a few months ago I tolerated his idiocy because good marksmen were tough to come by and he was one of the best. I’m what you would call an assassin, butcher, hired gun, hitman, killer. It really doesn’t matter what you name it, I kill people for a living. And I am damn good at it.

The boy began shaking the old man and suddenly removed the sword and ran after the man who didn't kill the old man. The one who killed the old man ran in the opposite direction but none of them saw him escape except her. Galene trotted forward towards the old man but on getting to him, the man was no longer old, but instead her husband master Damien was the one laying in his pool of blood. The old castle wasn't there anymore rather a lonely road with no one around. Galene screamed for help but no one was coming forth. She tried carrying up her husband but she couldn't. Galene continued shouting for help and all of a sudden Lydia came out from nowhere.

the boss screamed at the top of his lungs. Great, so his name is Hayden. Not only have I never met my husband-to-be before, I didn’t even know his name. I also haven’t seen a photo of him and so I didn’t know what he looked like. Not that I was interested. If I had no choice but to marry him anyways, what difference does it make whether he’s as handsome as a prince or as ugly as a beast. The boss turned around and started waving his gun at the rows upon rows upon rows of men dressed head to toe in back suits, the standard uniform of the mafia it seems.

Ashley’s POV Jake leaned down and picked up the shotgun, its metal snapping as he cracked it open to check the shells. The leader trembled on the floor, one hand clutching his broken arm, blood mixing with his sweat. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice ragged. “I was just hired, alright? I’m new to this. I don’t even know these guys that well. Someone paid me to do it—to rob this place. Said it’d be easy money.”

John walked to the table and sat on it. “The prince, Richie, that’s him. That is my boss, the one who hires me to do all the dirty work that those rich bastards wouldn’t want to do by themselves,” he let out a bitter laugh, and tears rolled down his chin. “Yeah,” he said when he noticed the on their faces. “That’s the guy you have to take down if you want all the bad things that go boom at night to stop for a time before someone else takes his place. There’s always going to be murderers and thieves, kidnappers and all, you wipe it out,” He sniffled and wiped his nose.

She lay motionless, her chest rising slow, her lips parted, knocked out cold—triple the wolfsbane dose, a reckless move by the human I’d hired, his trembling hands overdoing it when he jabbed the syringe into her neck three hours ago. I’d found him weeks back, slumped over a barstool in a dive outside town, his eyes hollow, his hands clutching a chipped glass of cheap whiskey. The place reeked of stale beer and sweat, the jukebox droning some forgotten tune as I slid onto the seat beside him. He spilled his story quick—debts piling, job gone, a life unraveling—and I saw my chance, a desperate soul ripe for the taking.

He pointed his gun on the good looking man's head. "You are making a huge mistake. If I will not be back by dusk, you all are dead meat." The good looking man threatened them. But they both started laughing hysterically, like they had heard a joke or something. "We will tell them you are with us. You have become our slave, licking our asses every night." One of those men said and I lost my cool. I pulled my gun out of my bag and pulled the trigger at them. They all died in a few seconds. The good looking man spitted out the blood of dead people, that had splashed all over his face. He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face. He then stood up and came to me.

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.

Unexpectedly, As he stopped speaking, a dark shadow rolled up to his right hand like a snake in the night, slapping the pistol to the ground. "Black guy, as my boss said, this is not where you can be arrogant." It was Whip that slapped Cafu's pistol, then he kicked Cafu on his stomach, which made him directly crumple to the ground. That was why he was a master. Ordinary people like Cafu couldn't threaten him even if they had guns in their hands. Saber said, "Boss, what about these people? Can we just kill them?" "These black men really had no idea of death or danger. How dare they come to our country to threaten my boss?" Thinking of this, Saber showed a murderous look inadvertently.