Everyone had heard of Yosef Nelson's secret guards. Each one was as formidable as a monster.
Who would have thought that this eerie guy was one of them?
Carl sat on the couch, his expression unchanged.
He flexed his knuckles.
"You all seem pretty loyal, but... if Yosef were in my hands, would you still resist?"
As he spoke, Carl pulled out his phone, a smile playing on his lips, and dialed a number.
After a few rings, someone picked up.
He began, "Have you reached the hospital yet?"
"Boss, we’re here, but..."
"But what?"
"We don't see Yosef! It's strange. We followed Kevin in, but... Ahhh!!!"
A scream suddenly erupted from the other end of the line.
This was followed by the sounds of a fierce struggle, gunshots, and more screams, then silence.
Carl's expression darkened as he looked over at Godber and Kirin.
He saw their mocking faces.
Godber clicked his tongue against his cheek,
The two men fighting Godber were even more formidable, ranked second on the assassin list. They always worked together and had never been defeated. They rarely took on jobs, and Carl had paid a hefty sum to bring them here, with one goal: eliminate anyone standing in his way.Godber walked over to Kirin and helped him up.“How’re you holding up?”“...Cough, cough.” Kirin winced, clutching his stomach, where a deep knife wound bled profusely.Godber frowned. “You’re not good?”He had assessed the old man and Doom's skills earlier and thought Kirin could handle them without such severe injuries.“Just got a bit careless,” Kirin replied, glancing at Godber and frowning. “Looks like you're not doing much better.”Godber wiped the blood from a cut on his face. “I'm better than you, don’t you think?”His wound was minor, and the bleeding had already stopped.Kirin shot him a glare. “A cut from a blade is still a cut.”G
"So eager, huh? All of you want me dead?" Godber lazily brushed his bangs aside, his eyes losing their indolence, replaced by a fierce gleam.He beckoned them with a finger."Come on, first come, first served.""Fox" licked his lips, "Then let me start!"He quickly closed in, hidden poisoned needles ready to strike Godber during a feigned attack.But as he moved, a blur passed before his eyes."Fox" paused, unable to react before feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen.He crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, unable to rise.The onlookers were stunned.Carl's expression shifted slightly.A dark glint passed through his eyes.Among Yosef's secret guards, Godber was the one he knew the least about. He had assumed that as guards, their abilities would be fairly close...Now, it seemed he had underestimated that Godber.Beside him, Isolde bent down and whispered, “Boss, this Godber
Not far away, Isolde stood by Carl's side, calmly putting away the pocket watch she had used, a faint smile playing on her lips.It worked.Originally, she had intended to hypnotize Kevin to attack Yosef, but there wasn't enough time. Then, Godber appeared.So, she secretly hypnotized him to kill Godber.This hypnosis was like a time bomb, needing a trigger.Just like the sound of a clock ticking that day."Kevin?!"Octo hurried over in panic.But a glance from Godber froze him in place.A faint trace of blood appeared at the corner of Godber's mouth.He gently wiped it away.Then he held Kevin's hand, a gesture meant to soothe.Hypnotized Keivin shouldn't be rudely awakened, as it might agitate his mind.Kevin's gaze drifted, as if sleepwalking, his face numb and vacant.After a while, his eyes twitched slightly, slowly regaining consciousness."Kevin?" Godber called softly.
Carl, standing off to the side, watched as John and Diana's group barged in, his expression growing darker. Isolde whispered nervously, "Boss, what's John Matthews doing here? What should we do now?"Carl pushed her aside, stepping forward with a cold smile. "Mr. Matthews, it's an honor. I never expected we'd meet under these circumstances."John's handsome face remained impassive. He ignored Carl, his gaze fixed elsewhere.Hearing the commotion, Diana turned towards Carl. "Was it your people who attacked Godber and the blond-haired guy?"Carl looked at her coolly. "Miss Thompson, this is an internal matter of the Nelson family. What do you think you're doing by barging in here?"Diana cracked her knuckles nonchalantly. "Oh, nothing much. I just enjoy a good show, and things seemed pretty lively here."Her eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Isolde beside Carl. Diana's eyes narrowed. "Woman, you looks unfamiliar. Are you the one who hy
“Patrick, it’s me!”A youthful voice came from the other end.Patrick hesitated for a few seconds, then his voice filled with surprise. “Kevin?!”“Yeah, it’s me. I’m okay. I don’t know where I lost my phone, so I borrowed someone else’s… Tell me, how’s my brother?”“Mr. Nelson’s condition isn’t good…”Kevin’s voice immediately grew tense. “What’s wrong with my brother? Can he take a call now?”Patrick’s expression paused, then he spoke somberly. “Mr. Nelson is undergoing some tests right now, so he’s not in a position to take calls. Kevin, if you have anything to say, tell me and I’ll pass it on to Mr. Nelson.”There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.Then Kevin’s voice came through quietly. “I understand. Tell my brother… I’m waiting for him to get better. Even though he’s got a sharp tongue and can’t get a girlfriend, still single and unwanted, I still love him. I want to take care of him when he’s old, so he nee
The contempt and desire to distance cut deeply into Natalie’s heart.She bit her lower lip, then suddenly chuckled softly."Ha, Yosef, don’t look at me like that because from now on... you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life. In this life, it’ll be me who dies with you!"Patrick could no longer bear to listen."You’re insane!"He didn't hesitate any longer, firing at Natalie.But Natalie moved swiftly, dodging the shot and drawing her own gun, shooting Patrick in the wrist.Bang!Blood spurted from Patrick’s wrist.His grip loosened, and his gun clattered to the floor as pain brought beads of sweat to his forehead.Natalie sneered, her eyes full of disdain. "Pathetic!"She walked closer with a seductive stride."If it weren't for the years you served Yosef, this bullet would’ve been in your head. I spared you only because of Yosef."With that, she kicked Patrick hard in the chest.
Yosef remained silent, his gaze steady on her, showing an unusual softness in his eyes. After a while, he finally responded, "Okay."Beside them, Patrick clutched his chest, his eye twitching. Mr. Nelson, in this state, looked like a love-struck fool. He couldn't bear to watch.Diana spoke seriously, "Carl and his men are in the hall. John went over there, so there shouldn't be any problems.""John?" Hearing the name, the smile faded from Yosef's lips. "Oh."The mention of that man killed the mood. Gathering his strength, he asked softly, "Why did you come back?"He had never dared to hope she would stand by his side one day. After all, they had always been adversaries.Diana's tone was casual. "I wanted to come back, so I did.""John agreed?""John understands how I feel. He knows me well, so he came with me."At the mention of John, a hint of tenderness appeared on her face. Seeing this, Yosef's eyes flickered. If it w
Yosef watched their retreating figures until they disappeared from view. He remained silent for a long moment.Godber coughed lightly. "Mr. Nelson, they're gone. As the saying goes, love can't be forced. You must understand that by now..."Yosef shot him a look. "Why didn't that stab kill you?"Godber: ...Once John and his group left, everyone’s attention turned to Carl.Carl stood still, his black hair disheveled across his forehead, a bit of blood on his face. His right arm hung limply in his dislocated shoulder, looking thoroughly battered.He stared at Yosef, emotions swirling in his eyes.Natalie, nearby, looked at him harshly. "Carl, you said you could save Yosef. Was that true?"Carl frowned, clearly annoyed. "Shut up.""Answer me!" Natalie stood up abruptly, grabbing Carl by the collar, glaring at him fiercely. "You said you could save Yosef! Get to it!""A woman blinded by love is truly frightening. Nata