The autumn wind was bleak.
Leaves danced in the sky over the cemetery. Robin took one last look at Pann’s grave, knowing that his next visit would be the following year.
“Goodbye.”
With that farewell, Robin got in the car.
At this moment, Jeff Reczek handed over a mask. Robin picked it up and saw it was the fanged mask. He smiled and said, “It won’t be long before I don’t need it anymore. But for now, I’m still Mr. X.”
He gently put the mask on.
Suddenly, the fanged face demon reappeared in this city along with the violent, cold aura spreading across a ten-mile radius.
Everyone within that radius couldn’t help but shiver and feel a chill down their spine.
“Let’s go.”
Robin uttered a few simple words.
“Yes.”
With a roar, Jeff Reczek started the car. On the road, Nick received a message and said to Robin, “Master, our Wolfman Guards in Stillwater have found that the Wraith family has mobilized more than five forces, some of which we haven’t even investigated yet. This Walter Wraith is indeed extraordinary.”
“Walter Wraith.”
Robin’s eyes flashed with curiosity. Stillwater had bred some capable people who could even mobilize forces that the Wolfman Guards didn’t know.
However, it could also be due to the short time and the limited number of Wolfman Guards.
They were stretched thin.
But unluckily for them, they had encountered him.
“What about Dexter Newman?” Robin asked.
Compared to Walter Wraith, Robin was more interested in Dexter Newman. Warriors preferred dealing with other warriors, determining life and death through fists and kicks. Moreover, Robin felt a familiar aura from Dexter Newman.
“Dexter Newman hasn’t made any moves and has been very quiet. However…” Nick hesitated.
“Say it.”
Robin looked at him.
“Master, I have a feeling that he might be a member of the Temple, but there’s also a vague sense that he’s not. I can’t see through him,” Nick said.
“The Temple.”
Robin knew about the Temple; Nick had once been a member of this organization.
The Temple, the world’s top assassination organization, was said to be capable of accomplishing any mission as long as they were paid.
According to Robin’s understanding, the Temple had twelve top assassins called the Seven Sins, four high-ranking bishops, and a mysterious, invincible leader known as the Holy Master.
He was called the Satan.
“Interesting. When did a mere Temple dare to have any ideas on our nation? Aren’t they afraid that I’ll destroy this so-called Temple?”
Robin’s lips curled into a cold smile, and he touched his mask. “Don’t forget, Basson was also known as the number one ruthless man in Darkboard. Now… the grass on his grave is more than a meter high.”
Basson was famous for his iron fists, his arrogance, and his brutality. He had once fought in the Roman Colosseum, killing nine hundred and ninety-nine people, including thirty Darkboard fighters. He was considered a match for the Holy Master of the Temple.
However, in the end, he was still killed by Robin.
“But what I’m concerned about is not the Temple, but an organization under the Temple. Last time, Eastern Kisia was besieged, and according to the investigation, it was this organization that exerted its power. However, unlike the Temple’s open and aboveboard nature, this organization hides deep, and some of its members, I suspect, are within our own country,” said Robin.
“My lord, if I encounter those bastards, I’ll tear them to pieces,” Jeff Reczek’s voice came from the front.
“If you can really find their traces, you’ll have your fight,” Robin laughed.
That organization had always harbored destructive intentions towards their country. The many years of war and chaos, countless deaths and injuries, were largely instigated by these organizations. They were like a living malignant tumor.
If discovered, they must be killed!
“My lord,” suddenly, Jeff Reczek, who was driving, shouted, “They’re here.”
Immediately, the car made a sharp turn, and a series of booming sounds erupted in front of them.
“TNT bombs with a blast radius of five meters. I could smell the gunpowder from more than ten meters away. They really think we’re battlefield rookies,” Jeff Reczek sneered.
“Get out of the car, let’s meet them,” Robin led them out of the car. Five meters ahead, there was a large pit, and the road had been completely destroyed by the explosion, with some parts still ablaze.
“Come out,” Robin scanned the surroundings.
A man in a black coat wearing a fang-like mask stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes dark and his voice hoarse, giving off an unsettling and oppressive feeling.
“Mr. X, you’re truly amazing, turning Stillwater upside down,” a clapping sound came from the side, followed by a handsome man in a white suit who introduced himself as he walked: “My name is Link Wraith, ranked sixty-seventh in Darkboard, maybe you have heard of me.”
Behind him was a fully armed team dressed like mercenaries, carrying various firearms. In stark contrast to Link’s white suit, they appeared to be there for peacekeeping.
However, they had one thing in common: they all exuded a murderous aura.
Nevertheless, Robin dismissed him, saying, “I don’t know you.”
Link’s originally smiling face stiffened at these words. He had expected his grand entrance and imposing demeanor to elicit some reaction from Mr. X, but all he got was a “I don’t know you.”
“Mr. X, as others have said, you’re indeed very annoying. You’re even more arrogant than me,” Link grabbed a Gatling gun, a murderous look in his eyes.
“Oh, I remember now,” Robin suddenly spoke, and Link rejoiced. He knew his reputation couldn’t be that bad.
However, Robin glanced at him and said, “You and Walter Wraith share the same trait: your smiles are annoying, and you have an inexplicable confidence as if victory is already in hand.”
“Heh, he’s my uncle. I was sent by him to gain experience, and I personally trained this squad of mercenaries. And I kill indiscriminately: old people, children, women, anyone I don’t like. So my infamy is well-earned, and you’ve never even heard of me?” Link introduced himself before aiming the Gatling gun at Robin, excitement in his eyes. “Now it’s your turn, the next person to die by my hand.”
He was thrilled to kill the man who had made Stillwater infamous.
However, Robin’s gaze passed over him and settled on the jungle to their front left. He calmly said, “Compared to this clown, I’m more interested in the rest of you. Aren’t you coming out?”