“Twin Blade Sisters,” Lucas remarked, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. “Renowned for their deadly precision and seamless coordination, they’re ranked in the top 10 of the best assassins on the bounty hunter list. Their story is legendary-trained from a young age, they mastered the art of dual combat, taking down targets with an elegance and efficiency that few can match. Their reputation precedes them, known for eliminating high-profile targets across continents without leaving a trace.”
Jenny and Joy’s eyes widened in shock, their surprise evident. They exchanged a glance, bewildered by how Lucas, an ordinary businessman, could possibly know about their secretive world. “How do you know about us?” Jenny asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. “And how does an ordinary businessman know about the bounty hunter site?”
Lucas merely shrugged, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “Ah, but that’s a story for another time,” he replied, deftly sidestepping their question. “However, if I’m not mistaken, it seems the Sicilian Familia sent you here to keep an eye on Roger.”
The sisters stiffened, trying to mask their reactions, but Lucas caught the subtle flicker of surprise in their eyes. His observation was spot on, and they knew it.
Meanwhile, Greg and Roger were processing the revelation. Greg turned to Roger, a teasing grin on his face. “So, you’ve had two top-tier assassins watching over you all this time, huh? Must be your thing for the sexy types,” he joked, laughter bubbling up.
Roger’s expression shifted to one of seriousness as he considered the implications. “The Twin Blade Sisters,” he began, his tone thoughtful. “They’re not just any assassins. They’ve taken down some of the most elusive targets-politicians, crime lords, even other bounty hunters. Their methods are clean, efficient, and they never miss a mark. It’s unsettling to think they’ve been so close all this time.”
“Now, you have two choices,” Lucas declared coldly, his demeanor shifting to one of steely resolve. “First, you can tell us why the Sicilian Familia has you watching over Roger. Second, you can die here, and no one will ever know.”
Jenny and Joy’s expressions hardened at Lucas’s ultimatum. “Since you know about us,” Joy said, her voice edged with determination, “we have no choice but to eliminate everyone here.”
Jenny nodded in agreement, and without warning, the sisters launched themselves forward-not towards Lucas, but towards Greg and Roger. The two men watched in horror as the assassins closed in, their faces draining of color.
As Jenny and Joy raised their blades, poised to strike, they uttered a chilling word in unison, “Die!” But just as their daggers were about to descend, they froze mid-air, unable to complete their deadly swing. Shock registered on their faces as they realized their wrists were immobilized.
Greg and Roger, equally stunned, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. It was One Eye, who had been silently observing, who had intervened. With a swift, decisive movement, he had caught the assassins’ wrists, halting their attack. “Whoa, whoa, not so fast,” One Eye said, a menacing smile playing on his lips as he pushed the sisters back.
Cracking his neck and flexing his fists, One Eye prepared himself for the confrontation. “You know, none of you are going to kill anyone here as long as my boss and I are standing,” One Eye taunted, a confident grin spreading across his face. “Assassin my ass,” he added, charging at the two sisters with a burst of energy.
The room erupted into chaos as One Eye launched himself at Jenny and Joy, his movements aggressive and unrelenting. With each step forward, he forced the sisters to retreat, their earlier confidence waning in the face of his sheer ferocity.
One Eye’s laughter echoed through the room, a mocking sound that only fueled his momentum. “Is this all you’ve got?” he jeered, effortlessly dodging their slashes. His agility was impressive, each movement calculated and precise, allowing him to slip past their defenses with ease.
Jenny and Joy found themselves on the back foot, their attempts to regain control thwarted by One Eye’s relentless assault. They gritted their teeth in frustration, struggling to keep up with his pace. Every time they tried to strike, One Eye was already a step ahead, weaving around their blades with a fluidity that left them off balance.
He moved like a whirlwind, his fists a blur as he pressed his advantage. Each punch and kick landed with precision, driving the sisters further back. Despite their best efforts, they couldn’t find an opening, their attacks rendered ineffective by One Eye’s aggressive style.
One Eye continued his aggressive assault, his movements a blur of calculated precision and raw power. As Jenny and Joy attempted to regain their footing, One Eye seized the opportunity to disarm them.
With a swift, fluid motion, he sidestepped a slash from Jenny, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip. Twisting her arm with expert precision, he forced her to release her dagger, which clattered to the floor. In the same breath, he pivoted to face Joy, who lunged at him with her blade. Anticipating her move, One Eye ducked under her swing, delivering a sharp upward strike to her forearm. The impact jarred her grip, and her dagger slipped from her fingers, joining its twin on the ground.
Now unarmed, the sisters had no choice but to engage in hand-to-hand combat. They launched themselves at One Eye, their movements synchronized and fierce. But One Eye was ready, his experience and skill evident in every counter and block.
He parried their strikes with ease, his hands moving like lightning to deflect their blows. With each failed attempt, he retaliated with controlled force, landing punches and kicks that left the sisters reeling. Despite his restraint, his hits were precise, designed to disorient rather than incapacitate.
Jenny aimed a high kick at his head, but One Eye caught her leg mid-air, using her momentum to spin her off balance. As she stumbled, he delivered a light but effective jab to her shoulder, sending her back a few steps.
Joy attempted to capitalize on the moment, aiming a punch at his side. One Eye sidestepped her attack, catching her arm and using it to pull her into a controlled spin. As she turned, he tapped her lightly on the back, enough to send her off balance without causing harm.
Throughout the skirmish, One Eye’s laughter punctuated the air, a testament to his confidence and control. “Is this really all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and challenge.