“No! Impossible! Impossible!”
Amidst the light drizzle that began to fall from the sky, the assassin watched in despair as Mr. X, his enemy, effortlessly cut down his disciples like slicing through melons and vegetables.
The key was that even when he tried to stop him, it was useless. In just a few dozen seconds, the ground was littered with corpses, the dripping rain mixing with their blood, forming a small stream.
“This is a lesson for you. You shouldn’t have come to this country. If you come, you must be prepared to be killed.” Robin walked towards the assassin.
“I will avenge you all.”
However, the previously grief-stricken assassin turned around and left without any hesitation. He could find more disciples if they died, but if he died, it would be over. But as he turned around, he froze.
Because Mr. X, who had been behind him, now stood in front of him, dressed in black and wearing a fanged mask, striking fear into his heart.
“What the-”
The assassin tried to turn and run again, but with a soft sound, a military knife pierced his chest, and Robin’s voice reached his ears: “You don’t even have the courage to draw your knife anymore. You deserve to die.”
With a swish, Robin withdrew the military knife, and with a thud, the assassin’s body fell into the pool of blood. A swordsman who no longer had the courage to draw his sword was better off dead.
At that moment, Nick limped back, holding three corpses in his hand. With a thud, he threw them on the ground and said, “Master, mission accomplished. All three snipers are dead.” Then, another thud. A corpse fell to the ground. Jeff Reczek clenched his fists and said, “Master, my mission is also complete. The mercenary squad, all forty-six of them, are all properly dealt with.”
By this point, only Link was still alive. “Are they all dead?” Link lay in a pool of blood, staring at the corpses in disbelief. So many people, all dead. This was the killing trap set by Walter Wraith, specifically anticipating Mr. X’s return through this route. He had laid an ambush here. But unexpectedly, the seemingly inescapable trap was easily broken by Mr. X.
Robin walked over and squatted down to ask, “Is this Walter Wraith? Not bad. It’s enough to deal with ordinary people, but not enough to deal with me. What about Dexter Newman? What’s he going to do?”
“He didn’t set any traps; he’s waiting for you to go back,” Link said, gasping for breath.
“Waiting for me to go back?” Robin laughed. “This Dexter Newman is quite interesting. Indeed, as a martial artist, he doesn’t have so many twists and turns. He conquered a piece of the sky in Stillwater with his fists alone, more straightforward than Walter Wraith. Let’s go and meet this Dexter Newman.”
Walter Wraith used his brain; Dexter Newman used his fists directly. Both of them were influential figures. If they were elsewhere, they would be unstoppable. Unfortunately, they met him this time. They were unlucky and deserved to die for daring to harm Elise.
“Who are you, after all?” At this moment, Link looked at Robin and Jeff Reczek and asked with his last breath, his eyes full of unwillingness. He was a prodigy of the Wraith family, trained abroad since childhood. This time, he had come back as a secret weapon in response to the family’s call. But it seemed that he hadn’t played any role, and the mercenary squad he led had all died.
“Us? I am Primus. He is ranked eleventh on the Darkboard. This one is Eastern Kisia’s top general, the first madman in the army, Jeff Reczek. What else do you want to know? If you don’t, we’ll be leaving.”
“Damn you,” Link cursed as he died, blood spewing from his mouth. This fight, what was it for? What was the point? Primus! Darkboard! Eastern Kisia’s general, the first madman in the army! Which of these three was an easy target? Each one of them could level Stillwater with a single hand. Now they were here to fight them. Damn!
After fighting for so long, they still didn’t know who their opponent was! It was an opponent they couldn’t afford to mess with! Unfortunately, with Link’s death, no one would know.
“Let’s go.” Robin got in the car, and Jeff Reczek drove back to Stillwater. Several black-robed Wolfman Guards appeared behind them to deal with the place. Otherwise, it would easily provoke a reaction from above. However, none of them were actually from the country. No one would care if they disappeared.
At this moment, the news of Mr. X returning to Stillwater spread, causing a shockwave that alarmed all the upper forces. The devil had returned. Moreover, another piece of news arrived: Walter Wraith’s ambush for Mr. X had been completely annihilated!
This news caused a sensation! In the Wraith family’s hall in Stillwater, Walter Wraith sat at the head of the table, his face calm. However, Constance Brighton on his left was not calm; her face was extremely gloomy. Penn Wraith on his right was almost ferocious.
Because just now, they had confirmed the authenticity of the news: Mr. X had returned, and none of their people could be contacted. In other words, they were completely wiped out. All dead!
“This Mr. X is no longer just beyond our expectations,” Constance Brighton gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred.
Yesterday, Isadora Brighton was sentenced to death in a trial. With witnesses and material evidence, there was no room for argument, and the sentence was handed down immediately. Constance Brighton saw Isadora for the last time, who was weeping bitterly and begging her to set her free.
However, what could she do? She had tried everything, even willing to risk half of the Brighton family’s fortune, but it was no use. Mr. X seemed like a giant, impossible to stop. Even Walter Wraith, a once-in-a-century genius from the Wraith family, was powerless against him. She was doomed.
Last night, she hadn’t slept well, dreaming of Isadora Brighton with disheveled hair, crying and begging her to avenge her death, insisting that she must kill Mr. X. She must! Otherwise, Isadora would never rest in peace.
So, she came today, only to receive even worse news: Mr. X had returned, and all the ambushes they had set up were obliterated, leaving no survivors.
“Kill Mr. X, kill Mr. X, kill Mr. X!” Penn Wraith, sitting in his wheelchair, yelled like a madman, his eyes wide and his body struggling, his face twisted in madness.
Then, a loud slap struck Penn Wraith’s face, stunning him. “Fool! You got so out of your mind before our enemy is even here!” It was Walter Wraith who had slapped him.