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Noel smiled gently as Lisa rolled her eyes and turned back to those that were speaking. "Let's Welcome Noel, he is the 4th Assassin in the assassins most powerful list and he just came back from a mission that took him seven years" The 2nd elder announced as everyone clapped feeling very happy. "Why do I feel like this people are plotting something against me?" Scarlett muttered while looked at those people strangely. "Are you thinking too much?" Lisa looked around but didn't find anything strange. "Maybe I'm indeed thinking too much" She muttered and continued listening.

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

Leaning down slightly, he whispered near the man’s ear, “You misunderstand.” His voice remained almost gentle. “I don’t threaten people.” “I simply decide…” “…whether they leave this room alive.” ⸻ The assassin’s smile slowly disappeared. ⸻ Alessio walked back. Sat down again. “Ten.” ⸻ Sweat formed on the assassin’s forehead. “You’re wasting your time.” ⸻ “Five.” ⸻ “You’ll never find them.” ⸻ “Three.” ⸻ “You don’t know what you’ve married.”

Godber narrowly dodged, pushing the two attackers away and taking a few steps back to regain his footing. Carl, watching from the side, smirked as he saw Kirin and Godber being overwhelmed. He knew Yosef’s men wouldn’t be easy to handle, so he had hired top-ranked assassins from the black market. The old man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was ranked ninth on the assassin list, known as "The Fox" for his high combat prowess and cunning. He was the perfect adversary for someone as straightforward as Kirin.

MC marveled, impressed by Emine's intimate knowledge of the mansion. "Have you forgotten I am an assassin?" Emine replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I can get anything I want anytime, and information is my deadliest weapon." "Wow, you are really good," MC said in admiration, realizing he was dealing with a true master of her craft.

A terrifying energy instantly overwhelmed the old man. "He truly is the Wings of Darkness, the seventh-ranked assassin in the world." The astounded voice of the old man could be heard in the darkness.

The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Thomas didn't flinch. He stepped back smoothly, dodging the strike, and in one fluid motion, disarmed the man. The assassin—a seasoned mercenary—froze in shock. Impossible. He ranked in the global top three for assassinations, and number one in close-quarters combat. How could his weapon be taken so easily? In that split second of distraction, a cold gleam flashed in Thomas's eyes. He swung the blade—and with a silver arc through the dark air, the assassin's pinky finger was severed clean off.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

they both replied again. "You did your best?! IDIOTS!" I yelled angrily at them again. In rage and irritation by their foolish response, I hurl another object at them. If these guys are so ignorant, how did they become top-tier assassins? "YOU DID YOUR BEST?! WHAT A JOKE!" I yelled angrily at them again. " Sir-" "You didn't do your best, fools! If you actually did your best, that jerk would have died right now and I wouldn't have had any problems, but he's still alive because you're both useless!" I yelled at them.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------