The night was deep.
In the corner of Eleanor Manor, a potent blood smell was spread. Several dead bodies were lying on the ground. All of them looked reluctant, and their necks were cut through.
They were reluctant as they had been killed within a second, although they were elites. None had used their skills.
Harley, however, looked shocked when he died. His eyes widened as he understood what Wolfman Guards from Forte Eastern meant. He realized his enemy was Primus, as Wolfman Guards always followed him.
At the last moment of his life, Harley understood Primus was the one who had turned Stillwater upside down, the most influential man in Kisia.
Primus had slaughtered all enemies in a city, so he could also ruin the whole town of Stillwater.
Harley realized the Holland family had provoked someone they couldn’t afford to offend. Therefore, his family would go to the dogs.
He didn’t hate Primus before stopping breathing because he didn’t deserve it. Instead, he decided to find Layton and teach him a lesson if he could. It was all Layton’s fault. The Holland family wouldn’t be destroyed if he didn’t play cool at the banquet that day.
Robin closed his book, returned to his room, and went to bed.
It wasn’t a peaceful night.
Many families mocked the Hollands for what had happened. They blamed the Hollands for disgracing themselves. However, at midnight, they all heard the Holland family had sent killers to assassinate Mr. X.
The news raised a mighty uproar in the upper class of Stillwater.
“I’ve underestimated the Holland family. I didn’t expect them to act during the daytime. I was too blind to see their real intentions. Anyway, the Holland family has successfully fooled us all. Bravo.”
“They sent killers to assassinate Mr. X. It’s surprising. I also heard they had sent out their most talented group. None in Stillwater has seen them before. I didn’t expect them to use this trump card.”
“That so-called Mr. X is so dead. He hid his name and face while making trouble in Stillwater. He’ll die miserably.”
Many people horrified by Mr. X had a sound sleep after hearing the news.
Somehow, they all believed Mr. X would be killed.
Jasper was one of them. He gathered many family members and sat in the hall, excitedly awaiting the news of Mr. X’s death.
One hour. Two hours. Three hours…
Silence blanketed the hall. Earlier, some youngsters discussed the Holland family would become more famous. However, everyone kept silent sternly now, all looking annoyed.
In the host chair, Jasper solemnly asked a man next to him, “What’s the time now?”
“It’s been three hours. 3:23 A. M.,” the man answered reluctantly.
Jasper gripped the armrests tightly and asked, “Still failed to contact Harley?”
“Right,” the man answered.
His words made other Hollands look sterner. One said, “Probably Harley had trouble on the way, so he failed the mission.”
“I agree. Probably they met the police, so they had to give up.”
“I guess so, too. They might be in trouble.”
Everyone tried to make excuses.
Jasper glanced at them and snapped, “Shut up!”
Others visibly shuddered.
“Stop making excuses. We all know Harley well. Even if he had trouble, he wouldn’t have lost contact for three hours.”
With a solemn look, he added, “Harley should be dead.”
Unlike an ordinary man, Harley used to be a mercenary and was trained strictly. He might encounter trouble but would have kept in touch with them in the three hours.
The only possibility was he was dead.
“Dead? Impossible! Harley is a professional mercenary. He…”
A man wanted to retort, but no one echoed him. They agree with Jasper. Harley should be gone.
It had been three hours.
They had repeatedly given themselves hope. However, no one responded in the past three hours. They had to return to reality.
It meant the mission failed.
Harley had died. So did his group.
The hall was lit brightly by the chandelier, but it was pin-drop silent. Everyone realized the Holland family would go to the dogs soon.
Their eyes glittered in panic and worry.
“Call everyone up,” Jasper stood up and ordered.
“Yes, Master.”
A huge group of male members of the Holland father gathered in the yard outside the hall. They didn’t know much about the mission. Some even said excitedly, “Are we going to see Mr. X’s dead body? I always wonder what his face is like under the mask.”
“He should be ugly as hell. Or why does he wear a mask?”
“Whether he’s ugly or handsome, he deserves to die after provoking us.”
“I agree. He deserved it!”
Many men echoed him.
A young man representing the youngsters trotted to Jasper. “Excuse me, Master. Are we going to see the man named X’s real face?” he asked excitedly.
His question attracted others’ attention, and they focused on Jasper.
“No. We’re going to beg him for mercy,” Jasper sighed bitterly.
He looked as if he was 20 years older after saying the words. His spirit and dignity as the family master was gone, looking frustrated.
He decided to lead his male family members to beg Mr. X for mercy.
Otherwise, the Holland family would be like the Winfield and the Meyer families, although begging might not work.
Whether or not the Holland family went on would only depend on Mr. X’s mood.
The young man froze.
“How… How could it be possible… We… We’re one of the most five influential…”
Some elders who knew the reason shook their heads.
“The Holland family… will be doomed… Alas…”
Jasper heaved a sigh and led his family members out of the house. The group of 60 men knelt at the gate of Eleanor Manor at 4 A. M.
They almost blocked the entrance.
It would be shocking news in Stillwater if it happened during the daytime. Right then, the city’s upper class believed Jasper’s fake news and that Mr. X had been killed.
Most of them were still dreaming.
No one knew about the terrifying scene at the gate of Eleanor Manor. For others in the upper class, Mr. X had been eliminated, which was the best news.
The top three families were no exception.
Some even played fireworks to celebrate Mr. X’s death.