Chapter 1907 A Killer's Pride

Chapter 1907 A Killer's Pride

Blood, blood... For Morgany's future, they must get the blood. "No! It's not right. We must go out there and help Mr. Vader." "Your Highness, stay in the carriage!" Decan and the other 1 rejected his orders, vigilantly looking from side to side with heightened senses. But before they could react, a dagger already plunged through the window, distracting them wholly. At this moment, they were already standing on 2 legs with weapons drawn. Dammit! "A diversion!" In that split second earlier, they were so distracted by the dagger they undermined the enemy intruding through the carriage's door.

Before they knew it, another enemy had opened the carriage and stabbed his Highness Frederik on the arm. Ahhh!!!

Frederik felt his heart jolt in despair, when feeling the cold blood in his arm meat. Never in his life had he seen people move so swiftly. They were like smoke, uncatchable and too darn hard to deal with. Frederik swore everything happened in a blink of an eye. One minute he was talking to those in the carriage, and the next, he was ruthlessly getting his arm stabbed by these people. But this was odd. They had the clear chance and opportunity of killing him, yet they only stabbed his arm, and withdrew the dagger in a split second before vanishing as if not here in the first place. "Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright?" Kilmonga quickly attended to Frederik's arm while the others anxiously protected them. What was going on? They couldn't make heads or tails of what the intentions of these enemies were. . RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

One must never underestimate the weight of an assassin's pride and reputation. Know that if they dared to tell the truth, they would get demoted in a flash. It was ironic that they, one of the top cleanup orders in the TOEP, were now worried that their blunders would be discovered. If the truth eventually comes out, will another cleanup crew come after the matter to confirm the truth instead? Dammit! It was all this Mr. Vader's fault. Although they told everything to flee if they could, they understood that apart from the 2 of them, everyone else in their group was likely to die. This Mr. Vader was quite a cruel fellow. His attacks were accurate and fatal. Torres knew it was likely that only he and his second in command would survive. However, as they say... 1 person can keep a secret.... But 2 or more, becomes a problem. Slash!!!

"Lea–" The 2nd in command held the back of his neck, turning around to face his leader in disbelief. Rule 2: No TOEP members must ever kill each other, unless it was an order from above.

The leader... the leader really killed him. In a flash, the 2nd in command understood the reason why the leader made such a bold decision. However, understanding his reasons, didn't mean he could forgive the leader for taking his life. "YOU-YOu-You-you–" Torres expressionlessly watched his 2nd in command slowly lose his breath with eyes full of hate. Hate all you want, but dead men tell no tales. "Sorry, old friend... I shall cherish your sacrifice in the depths of my heart."

Torres gave one more look at his dead companion, before completely slashing off his neck the same way a less skilled assassin would. He couldn't leave any traces that this was done by him or any Morg for that matter.