The killer got killed

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In a dark, deserted room, a man was bound with a chair. It was impossible to stand the vile smell there. On the other hand, the tortures he had gone through had caused his mouth to bleed.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” the man yelled, moving on his seat but could not able to release his hands that were tired behind.

The crowd moved away from him, and a man wearing a mask entered into his field of vision.

The man approached the assassin who had attempted to kill Cornell in every way possible but was ultimately unsuccessful due to his bad day and asked, "Who gave you the money to kill the child which you failed to finish off in 65 Pink Lane?"

“Are you his father?” After giving the mask man a long look, the assassin inquired. The killer reasoned in his head that if this man was the father, there would be no assistance with bargaining.

“No,” the mask man said and lit the cigar in front of that killer and asked, “Will you bother to tell me the name of that person?”

“You hav