Chapter 154: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (18)

༺ Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (18) ༻

Several agile figures positioned themselves atop the narrow corridor.

At each end of the straight passageway, my enemies and I were positioned. There were about five or six of them, but predicting who might emerge from the doors lining the hallway was impossible.

The staircase was at the far end of the corridor.

Glancing to the side, I noticed a layout map. The words ‘Club President’s Office’ on the second floor’s layout grabbed my attention. In other words, I had to ascend those stairs to take down the Press Club.

Of course, since I was inside the headquarters of an intelligence agency, the map couldn’t be entirely trusted. I could only assume that the general layout would be similar.

After all, desperation was something they should feel at this moment, not me.

Once the true nature of the Press Club was exposed, it was clear who would be in more trouble. The Press Club had a compelling motive to subdue me.

Then all that remained was to meet the confrontation. A smirk curled on my lips.

“….Bring it on.”

As my taunting words rang out again, the shadows scattered.

I took a step forward, and it was at that moment.

The initial charge came from the member who had received my hatchet’s blow on his shoulder. Clearly unsatisfied, he had followed me from the main entrance, drawing another dagger from his bosom.

Of course, my movements were quicker.

With a thwack, my hatchet descended on the man’s remaining shoulder, sending a chilling sensation through my hand as it crushed his cartilage.

Accompanied by spurting blood, the man’s scream erupted.

“Arghhhhh!”

Leaving the collapsing man in my wake, I took another step forward as two more people rushed towards me.

The piercing sound of their approach was formidable.

With a swoosh, two daggers spiralled through the air, twisting at bizarre angles. It was a beautifully executed throwing technique, akin to a painting, yet the intention behind it was unmistakable.

Their plan was likely to stab me while I deflected the daggers.