Chapter 1: Betrayed (2 / 2)

Before the two could react, the man’s knife instantly slashed across one of their throats.

The man hadn’t even drawn his weapon from his chest before his body went limp and collapsed.

The other man saw this, quickly pulled out a silenced pistol, aimed at the man, and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

With a buzzing sound, the man dodged, and at the same time, he threw the dinner knife with lightning speed, hitting the man’s throat perfectly.

The man’s eyes widened in disbelief. Was this guy a demon? How could he dodge a bullet?

He clutched his neck, leaned against the wall, and slowly fell.

The man didn’t hesitate. Just as he was about to leave, shadows appeared at both ends of the corridor, each one holding a weapon.

There were machetes, short swords, daggers…

Clearly, these weren’t gang lackeys, but killers summoned from around the world’s high places.

The man took a deep breath. No wonder it was the Charker family—within such a short time, not only had they found his location, but they’d also gathered so many killers.

These people didn’t waste words. The moment they saw the man, they rushed toward him.

The man quickly dodged one, then blocked another’s machete strike, grabbing the man’s wrist and swinging him violently, forcing the other killers back.

Then he landed a punch to the man’s temple, causing him to lose his breath.

At that moment, a cold wind blew from behind, and the man rolled on the ground to narrowly avoid it.

But before he could stand, another attack came. The man had no choice but to continue dodging, with no chance to counter.

In such a narrow space, his speed advantage was hard to fully utilize.

Moreover, those attacking him were real battle-hardened killers, no amateurs. Every strike aimed for a vital spot.

The man rolled a few more times, slammed both hands on the floor, and his body shot into the air. His legs kicked off the wall with force, flipping him out.

As his body flew through the air, he passed over the heads of several killers, and in a flash of cold light, four killers froze mid-motion, then stiffly fell.

The man landed, a sharp blade now in his hand.

“Death’s Blade.” Several of the killers recognized the weapon in his hand, fear flashing in their eyes.

They knew that the man wouldn’t use Death’s Blade easily, but once he did, everyone who saw it would die.

The man landed, darting left and right, and in the blink of an eye, a few more fell.

The man’s movements were ghostly, even these experienced killers couldn’t track him.

Fortunately, the space here was tight, and he couldn’t unleash his full speed. As more and more killers closed in, the man found himself in a tough battle.

Minutes later, over twenty bodies lay on the ground.

The man leaned against a bloodstained wall, breathing heavily. He looked at the scars on his arms and legs, bitterly smiling to himself.

At his age, over forty, he was getting old. His stamina was nowhere near what it used to be.

If he were ten years younger, or even five, none of these people would have left a scratch on him.

Seeing the man clearly exhausted, the killers’ spirits lifted. They swung their weapons and charged at him.

Another brutal battle ensued, and more bodies were added to the floor, while the man’s injuries piled up.

The man seized the opportunity, breaking through and killing two with a single move, then charging towards the cart, where a silenced pistol lay.

However, just as he reached for the silenced pistol, a beeping sound suddenly rang out from beneath the cart.

In that instant, the man’s hairs stood on end, fully aware of what the sound meant.

At that moment, he tapped into his full survival instinct, kicking the heavy cart with all his might and sending it flying backward.

At the same time, an explosion sounded, and a shockwave blasted him into the wall.

Dazed, the man hit the ground. Instinctively, he swung his blade to block anyone from approaching for a finishing blow.

But no matter how strong his survival instincts were, they couldn’t withstand the real force of an explosion. He swung a few more times, but in the end, he fell, blood staining his vision.

But the man didn’t panic or feel fear. He had already predicted this day would come.

In his own words, someone like him, if caught, could be shot a hundred times.

Just as the man imagined the sharp blades piercing his body, a ticking sound suddenly echoed.

Moments later, a pair of high heels appeared before him.

The man struggled to lift his head and looked up along the high heels. They led to a pair of long, fair legs. Further up, he could only make out the woman’s wrist, where a design of a “higan flower” was visible.

“Higan flower, the flower of hell. Truly fitting,” the man murmured as his head slowly drooped.

“No wonder you were once the King of Assassins. Even after years of retirement, you’re still terrifying. We’ve paid quite a price to capture you alive,” the woman’s voice was ethereal, and it instantly cleared the man’s cloudy mind.

“Take him away,” the woman stood up.

But no one expected that the heavily wounded man would suddenly lunge, stabbing the woman in the chest with Death’s Blade.

At the same time, a scream rang out, and the man felt multiple blades pierce his body.

But the man just smiled because he knew exactly what would happen if he were captured alive.

Before his vision darkened, he saw the higan flower design on the woman’s wrist flicker briefly…