Just as Chris turned to leave, he didn’t notice the single tear slipping from the corner of Candace’s eye.
Leaving the hospital, Chris walked alone down the street. Suddenly, at the end of the block, a samurai stood gripping a katana, his eyes locked on Chris with an unrelenting stare.
Chris’s pupils contracted sharply. He quickly glanced behind him and saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman.
The woman was stunning, exuding a seductive air. She flashed Chris a wicked smile, her tongue flicking across her lips like a serpent tasting the air.
Chris’s face darkened immediately. Without hesitation, he got into his car and drove away.
Once inside the car, Chris took a deep breath. He was certain now-those two were part of the trio of assassins Daniel Williams had sent for him.
According to the intelligence Lynx had provided, these weren’t ordinary killers. They were the top three assassins on the international leaderboard.
The samurai was likely Kameda Taro, ranked third. Renowned for his unmatched blade skills, the number of lives claimed by his sword was uncountable. His reputation as a ruthless killer was well-deserved-he spared no one, not even children. If Kameda Taro decided someone should die, even a three-year-old wouldn’t escape his wrath.
The blonde woman’s name was Alice, known as the “Poison Rose,” ranked second among international assassins. She specialized in seduction and poison, capable of killing without leaving a trace. Numerous men had fallen prey to her beauty and lethal tactics.
The last of the trio was Judge, the infamous “King of Assassins,” ranked first. An enigmatic figure, Judge’s true face was unknown-anyone who saw it never lived to tell the tale.
Judge earned his name because of the weapon he carried: a “Book of Life and Death.” It was said that once he wrote someone’s name in it, their death was inevitable. No one had ever survived his assassination attempts. Judge’s name was legendary in the underworld.
Chris sped down the road, his car roaring like thunder. But no matter how fast he went, Kameda Taro and Alice followed him at an unhurried pace, always close behind.
No matter how much he accelerated, he couldn’t shake them.
An ordinary person would have broken under such pressure, but Chris wasn’t ordinary. His face remained expressionless, calm and composed.
He made a quick call to Esther, instructing her to head to the Vance family estate and not leave under any circumstances. If there was any truly safe place left in Middleton, it was the Vance family’s stronghold.
With Caspian’s influence in Amerosia, few would dare stir trouble there. Chris had also arranged for members of the Emberwood Guards to protect Esther, ensuring her safety.
Without stopping, Chris continued driving toward the outskirts of the city.
The three assassins were cold-blooded and merciless. If the fight happened in the city, innocent lives would inevitably be caught in the crossfire. Chris had to lure them to a deserted area to avoid collateral damage.
Over the years, Chris had faced countless dangers. But this time, the threat was unprecedented.
Facing the top three assassins simultaneously, even Chris, the Primus, couldn’t afford to be careless.
Soon, Chris reached the outskirts, surrounded by mountains. The area was desolate, with no signs of human habitation.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the air.
A massive boulder rolled down the mountainside, blocking Chris’s path.
Chris had no choice but to stop the car and step out. He immediately realized the boulder hadn’t fallen by accident; someone had pushed it to block him.
Clenching his teeth, he ran toward the mountains.
Out of nowhere, a figure wielding a katana appeared, blocking his path.
Chris turned to look behind him and saw Alice standing there, a sharp military knife in her hand, a sinister smile on her face.
With enemies in front and behind, Chris was cornered.
His expression grew grim as he glanced upward.
Perched on a tree was a man in a black robe, exuding an aura of icy menace. In his hand, he held a brush, its tip gleaming like a blade.
Chris didn’t need to guess-this was Judge, the number-one assassin, the “King of Killers.” The brush in his hand was his weapon.
No one knew Judge’s real name. The man behind the title was a mystery, known only by his moniker.
Now, the three assassins surrounded Chris, leaving him no escape.
Judge, his face hidden behind a black-and-white mask, looked down at Chris. “Chris, you killed Dark Sin and Light Sin. Do you know who they were?”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Who?”
“They were my disciples.”
A chilling wave of killing intent surged from Judge, enveloping Chris.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze as the temperature plummeted.
Judge had come for revenge.
Chris smirked. “Yes, I killed them. Are you here to avenge them?”
“Enough talk. Kill him and report back to the Duke!” Kameda Taro, impatient, charged at Chris with his katana.
Alice followed, her military knife gleaming as she lunged toward him.
Their combined attack was fierce, their killing intent overwhelming.
But Chris didn’t confront them head-on. Instead, he turned and fled into the wilderness.
“You think you can escape? Let’s see where you can run!”
Judge’s eyes narrowed as his figure vanished from the tree.
Chris soon found himself at the edge of a cliff. Below, a raging river churned violently.
He had nowhere left to run.
The assassins attacked without hesitation.
“Kill!”
An intense battle erupted. Blades clashed, and the earth shook with the force of their strikes.