Deborah crouched on the ground, her hair disheveled while shrieking at Kaze maliciously, “Are you deaf, Kaze? Get your ass here and kneel to the Ryokan gentleman!“Are you trying to get me and Grandpa killed? “If anything happens to us, I’ll make sure you and your wife’s family go down with us.” Raising a brow, Kaze looked at Deborah and Master Quint in contemplation. He moved forward and put his finger up the Ryokan assassin’s face in rage. He said curtly, “I don’t care who you are or where you come from, idiot! “If you don’t want to die, you better release the old man. “Do you know who he is? You’re in for it. “He’s the head of the Ridgesouth Quints in the Lilyrose branch. You should be humble in his presence. “I’m laying it out for you now. I’ll make you pay if you hurt him.” Kaze spoke indignantly and righteously. He acted as if he would save Master Quint by whatever means necessary. The dozen bodyguards around seemingly got the message from Kaze. “That’s ri
The Ryokan assassin lifted his leg and fractured Master Quint’s leg with a stomp. “That’s right. I’m disrespectful, shameless, and arrogant. So what?” The Ryokan assassin relished in Kaze’s rage and said smugly, “Run your mouth, and I’ll kill this old fart. Get your ass here and kneel before me.” ‘Bastard! ‘Asshole! ‘Can you stop talking, Kaze!’Master Quint could barely catch his breath from the excruciating pain. While he wanted to attack Kaze with a tirade of abuse, he was more tempted to spring on Kaze and tear his mouth apart. However, the pain drained his strength, leaving him without a voice. Everybody finally realized that Kaze’s big mouth struck a nerve in the Ryokan murderer to attack Master Quint more violently. Yet, Kaze was sticking up for Master Quint. Though the crowd sensed something amiss, they could not pinpoint the issue. “Stop riling him up, Kaze, or Master Quint will die!” a Quint family member uttered, fearing Master Quint might perish as co
Talk about shooting herself in the foot. That was what Deborah did. Having lost all patience, the Ryokan assassin shot a look at Kaze. “Sticking there, I see?” Master Quint took a moment to gather a bit of strength and yelled furiously, “What’s with the big talk, bastard! “Hurry up and kneel to the Ryokan gentleman before I kill you, Kaze!” “Once I survive this ordeal, I will destroy you and have your wife gang-raped, Kaze!” The immense pain swallowed Deborah as she cried out lividly. It dawned on Deborah that Kaze played them like a fiddle. Kaze’s expression turned stoic. His intention was just to teach Deborah and Master Quint a lesson through the Ryokan assassin. He was not going to let things go far. Yet, the person Deborah resented was not the Ryokan assassin, who was the abuser, but Kaze. Deborah even went as far as to make such a violent threat in a frenzy. What did he do to deserve all that? Was it because he was a good guy? Should good guys be taken
“Slash!” Following the drop of the blade, blood sprayed everywhere. The color of red spilled from Master Quint’s neck. “Uh… You…” Master Quint twitched and stared at the Ryokan assassin in disbelief, surprised that the latter would kill him. He was the head of the Quint household. He was the leader of the Ridgesouth Quints’ branch in Lilyrose. They were in Lilyrose. Master Quint was bound to rule the city. He could not believe the audacity of the Ryokan citizen. Thoughts fleeted across his mind. Seconds before his death, Master Quint still dreamed of restoring the family’s honor and glory. “He’s gone!” “Master Quint is dead!” “Ah! That’s no way!” As Master Quint writhed in his pool of blood until lifeless, the Quints felt their world collapsing.The bodyguards from the Geranium Hackses felt chills down their spines. Ceb was dead. Deborah was dead. Master Quint was dead too. The Geranium Hackses sent Ceb and the bodyguards to Lilyrose to help the Q
“Ah! Murder!” “We have lost lives today.” The Quints wailed and scrambled out of the room. The Ryokan assassin was vicious. Despite being outnumbered, he killed his way out of the place. The Hackses’ dozen combat experts were either wounded or dead. It was chaos. “Are you hurt, honey?” With the Ryokan assassin gone, Darcy ran toward Kaze. She examined Kaze through and through to make sure he was unharmed before breathing a sigh of relief. “Are you alright, Mr. Lee?” Don barged into the space with police officers, his face grim. The police had surrounded the funeral parlor in anticipation of trouble, but an assassin slipped through the cracks, and bloodshed still occurred. If the police had not lost contact with an officer, they would still be kept in the dark. “Don will escort you home. I have something to take care of. Wait for me at home.” Kaze patted Darcy’s shoulder and pursued the Ryokan assassin who fled earlier. The assassin took a good look at Darcy
“Yes, sir!” On bended knee, the burly man whipped out his phone, dialed a number, and said glumly, “Mr. Ettinger commands your return.” He then put away the phone and looked at the young man. “Sir, do we need to dispatch more of our men to make the most out of hysterical—”It took a glance from the young man to shut the burly man up. “The Ryokan assassin failed, and we have spooked the enemy. “It’s best to cut our losses before more damage can be done. “Haven’t I taught you that?” Keeping his head down, the burly man replied, “You’re right, sir.” The young man fell into contemplation, his attention no longer on the burly man. Moments later, the young man murmured, “Sanwell Finances is doing a trade of assets with the Glowmoss Powells. Kaze remains the only problem.“A member of the Wells, whose family is tasked in Sanwell Finances’ K Division died in Lilyrose. Rumor has it that Kaze is the killer. “Though Kai is not a key member of the Wells, the family sent a k
“Thank you, Mr. Ettinger.” With his eyes sparkling, the Ryokan assassin groveled at Brad and bent over to pick up the money. Brad flicked his sleeve, and a gun slipped into his palm. Before the assassin knew it, the gun was pressed onto his forehead. “Mr. Ettinger, you—” The assassin grimaced in confusion, but Brad opened fire. “Bang!” The bullet tore through the assassin’s brain with a splatter of blood. He went limp to the ground, his face bearing lingering anger and bitterness. “You can’t even get the job done. Why should I keep you around?” Brad put away his gun with a blank face. Two individuals walked out from behind Brad and cleared the body like it was all in a day’s work.“We should head back to Sunrise City. We can’t stay here anymore.” Brad waved his arm, and the group evacuated along with the assassin’s body. “I have not thanked you for killing the Ryokan man for me, buddy. Why are you in a hurry to leave?” An icy voice resounded when the group step
Brad smirked in contempt. “Let’s not talk about Hannah and Sirius, but we all know how you defeated Magnus, Kaze.“You throw some cash to appease the Viper Queen and get through to her. “I have some good news to share.“Days ago, the Viper Queen issued the Chief Order, granting anyone who can kill you and retrieve the Nether Viper Sword the position as the Viper’s Den’s West State branch leader.“What makes you think we won’t kill you now that you’re without an ally?” Kaze’s eyes glistened ruthlessly. “The Viper Queen? The Chief Order?” Brad said curtly, “Cut the crap. Since you choose to come here, you must have backup, Kaze. Show yourselves.” While talking, Brad tipped his men the wink. His people would cover him when things were not looking right. Brad was not an idiot. In fact, he was cautious and valued his life dearly. He was only sounding Kaze out to see if he had reinforcement. “Backup?” Kaze glanced at Brad and said with a pretentious smile, “I’m enough to
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju