“Another round?”
Robin pointed at the chessboard again.
“I’ll pass this time. This place has gotten quite bloody. Mr. X, you can go downstairs and have fun on your own. I won’t be entertaining you any longer. I’ll find someone to clean up this room,” Dexter Newman said.
“Alright.”
Robin went downstairs.
Since he wasn’t allowed to stay, he left. Today, he had witnessed the ruthlessness of Dexter Newman, who had even killed the remaining three assassins to prevent a conflict between them. Decisive and direct!
Robin had no reason to confront Dexter Newman. From the start, when Crow died, Dexter Newman hadn’t sought revenge. From the start, Lamonia Security had no deep hatred with him, and there was no deep hatred now either.
Dexter Newman was calculating perfectly, waiting for the fisherman to reap the benefits of the clam and snipe conflict.
After Robin went downstairs, Max Berry asked Dexter Newman, “Sir, these three held high positions within the Temple. Killing them so rashly could cause trouble, couldn’t it?”
“Trouble? They were all killed by Mr. X. What does it have to do with me? They were all going to die anyway, so why not let me enjoy a good show? This Mr. X has become more and more interesting. He’s even able to kill the SS squad, unexpectedly. Why not leave such a troublesome guy to Walter Wraith? After all, Mr. X will come for revenge tomorrow. Today is the last day.”
Dexter Newman’s handsome face showed a slight smile.
If Mr. X wasn’t strong, he would have killed him directly. But now, Mr. X had killed an SS squad with ease. Why not leave such a big trouble for Walter Wraith?
Whoever died, he would profit.
However, he didn’t know that Robin didn’t care who died first. They were all going to die anyway.
At this moment, Robin had already gone downstairs, wearing a black coat, a fanged mask, and a pair of deep, cold, and violent eyes. As he descended, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.
Everyone noticed this, but no one dared to make eye contact with Mr. X.
Terrifying.
Devil-like eyes.
Except for one person.
“This… this… this feeling… it’s really… really…”
Elise stood there, staring blankly at Mr. X while holding a piece of fruit. She looked at the familiar figure.
“Elise, don’t look at Mr. X.”
Miranda Levis thought Elise was scared stiff and quickly turned Elise’s head away, saying, “If you keep looking at Mr. X, you’ll feel frightened. If you make eye contact, you’ll see the devil.”
This was a legend about Mr. X.
After all, this mask was extraordinary, once worn by the number one of Darkboard, Basson.
However, Elise suddenly stood up, somewhat flustered, “I didn’t feel any coldness, but warmth instead. And I think Mr. X is Robin. Really, it’s Robin. They’re so alike.”
“Robin? Have you really been scared silly?”
Miranda Levis poked Elise’s face and waved her hand, “That’s the infamous Mr. X in Stillwater. How could he be Robin? I think you’ve been scared into having hallucinations.”
“No, it’s not.”
Elise stood up to explain, but when she turned her head, Mr. X was already gone.
“Where did he go?”
Elise ran out to look.
“Hey, I’ll call and put your mind at rest.”
Miranda Levis pulled Elise back and hurriedly made a call, “Hello, Robin, where are you?”
“I’m not in Stillwater,” Robin said indifferently.
“See? He’s not in Stillwater. How could that be Robin? I think you’ve been thinking about men all day long. Besides, Robin will be back tomorrow, right? You two can be together then.”
Miranda Levis patted Elise’s shoulder, comforting her.
“Isn’t it? I really think they look alike.”
Elise glanced outside with a hint of powerlessness, but she couldn’t see anyone. When she turned back, Miranda Levis had already hung up the phone, and she sighed.
Perhaps she was overthinking it.
How could it be him?
But why did that figure seem so familiar?
Truly.
Why so familiar?
Outside, a man in a mask, Mr. X, was slowly putting down his phone in a military jeep. There was a hint of gentleness in his eyes. Today was the last day, and he could go home tomorrow.
“Sir, the Wraith family has begun seeking the path of death.”
“Perfect, let’s go.”
With a bang, a military jeep drove off, raising dust in its wake.
…
At this time, in a mansion in Creepland, the atmosphere was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Many people had arrived, hundreds of them, all looking stern and cold.
This was the residence of the Winfield family, a prominent clan in Creepland.
In the inner courtyard, there were rows of seats, all occupied by elderly people with haggard faces and stooped figures. But their words were still authoritative; these were the elders of the Winfield family.
All were over fifty years old and had made significant contributions to the family.
That’s why they could sit here.
At the head of the seats sat a middle-aged man in a suit, not angry but imposing, with thick eyebrows. He held two walnuts in his hand, constantly spinning them, his eyes like an eagle’s, staring at a man in the center of the hall.
“Smith, is what you say true?”
Jack Winfield, the head of the Winfield family, asked Smith.
“Yes. Mr. X killed young master Andreas Winfield in Stillwater and subjected him to various punishments and tortures. He also constantly insulted the Winfield family, saying ‘What does the Winfield family amount to? How dare they touch me?’ In the end, he was burned to this charred state.”
In the hall stood a middle-aged man, speaking with a clear nose and eyes. He even pointed to a coffin next to him: “If it weren’t for our family head, who took pity on young master Winfield, perhaps we wouldn’t even have his corpse.”
In the middle lay a coffin with a charred body inside.
Originally, Robin had killed Andreas Winfield and used several grenades to blow up the Winfield family. It was normal for Andreas Winfield to become charred, but whether or not this charred body was really Andreas Winfield, no one knew.
“Mr. X, huh, a nameless nobody dares to kill my son.”
The man in the suit at the head of the seats was furious.
Andreas Winfield had been sent to gain experience. They were a prominent family in Creepland, and Andreas Winfield had many bodyguards around him. Nothing should have happened in a small place like Stillwater.
But now, something had happened.
He was killed by someone called Mr. X.
He was the next heir of the Winfield family, young master Winfield.
“Issue an order. All armed forces of the Winfield family, head to Stillwater. This time, I will slaughter Mr. X and anyone related to him. Even a stray cat or dog dares to kill a member of the Winfield family.”
“Yes.”
With one command, a major Creepland clan was set in motion.
Head to Stillwater and kill Mr. X!