Bang!
The Repairman froze.
Almost instantly, blood flowed from his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose.
A low laugh rang out. “I’m the puncher.”
If the Repairman could fix the mush his brain had become and his broken neck, he would definitely roar at Luke: What kind of boxer uses a vertical punch?!
He probably had a lot of swear words on the subject, but that body with the dented head was tossed into Space 1 and would never have the chance to protest ever again.
On the other side, Firefox was in a very difficult situation. The rope had just loosened a little, when she heard footsteps approaching.
The huge figure crouched down and said in a surprised tone, “You’re quite strong. If I had come back a few minutes later, you would’ve broken free.”
Firefox: …But I’m still tied up!
Then, she was lifted up.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you to have a heart-to-heart chat with an old friend,” said Puncher, before they disappeared from the factory.
…
In a two-story building not far from the city tram lines, Cross looked at Wesley’s doubtful expression, but wasn’t too disappointed. He simply said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me now. After I destroy the Fraternity, I’ll have enough time to prove everything.”
Wesley struggled to remain calm, but his heart was in a mess.
He didn’t want to believe him, but this place was less than 100 meters away from his apartment, and the window here faced his apartment.
This at least proved that the other party had indeed been paying attention to him.
He was confused by everything that was happening.
Wesley was just an ordinary young man. At least, he had been up until a few months ago.
He didn’t have enough experience or brains to analyze what Cross was saying in order to reach a definite conclusion.
There was only one thought in his head right now — Why? Why do all of you want to be my father? D*mn, I thought my father had died more than twenty years ago, but these two just popped out of nowhere.
What the hell are you doing?! Wesley wanted to roar.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Someone suddenly knocked on the door, and Cross tensed.
Surveillance cameras and traps had already been set up around the building. No one could come knocking without his knowing.
“Cross, I’ve brought you a good witness.” A deep voice rang out outside.
Cross frowned and opened the door remotely, activating several defense mechanisms against intruders.
A figure almost two meters tall slowly walked in, holding a woman.
The father and son, who had been hiding, were both stunned.
“Firefox?” It was Wesley.
Cross wouldn’t make a low—level mistake like “crying out.”
Luke smiled under his mask. “Young man, calm down. Your big sister is absolutely fine. You can continue canoodling later.”
Cross didn’t let down his guard.
He was a veteran in this business; it was natural for him to be wary. It was also why the Fraternity had made Wesley come out to deal with him.
Without his son interfering, it would be impossible for Cross to make a mistake.
Now that someone had forced their way into his territory, Cross naturally sensed danger.
Wesley’s exclamation had exposed his position. He might not be able to protect his foolish son from this mysterious person who had unknown intentions.
Luke didn’t care about Cross’s reaction. Instead, he untied Firefox’s hands and feet.
Of course, it was just her hands and feet; her arms and legs were still bound.
Firefox could finally stand and talk, and no longer look like a trussed-up piglet.
“You are indeed Cross’s son,” Luke said. “Your big sister here can testify to that.”
Wesley looked at Firefox in disbelief.
“She won’t admit it now.” Luke continued, “So, Cross, can you tell me why you betrayed the Fraternity and want to destroy it?”
Cross frowned and didn’t say anything.
Luke chuckled and said, “I forgot to tell you that I’m a friend of Redback and Bloodmint. Just consider this a request of theirs, and we’ll trade information here.”
The expressions of Cross and Firefox changed slightly.
Bloodmint didn’t matter; if Luke hadn’t mentioned it, Cross would have long forgotten this alias that had never become official.
However, Redback Rebecca wasn’t an ordinary assassin.
She was Mr. X’s student, and had a stable foundation and outstanding talent.
If she hadn’t left the Fraternity on her own, she would’ve become one of the strongest elite assassins in a few years.
On top of that, she had a close personal relationship with Firefox.
In a grim assassin organization like the Fraternity, both of them could be considered bosom friends.
Cross also knew that Rebecca had betrayed the Fraternity half a year ago because of her sister’s murder, and the Fraternity had even issued a kill order for her.
As Luke continued to monitor the Fraternity, he had basically figured out the profiles of the 20 or so elite assassins.
Did the Fraternity not kill the innocent? They did, and it was a lot.
But Rebecca, Firefox and Cross were the rare few.
They didn’t kill the innocent, but truly believed that they were upholding justice.
Their targets were mostly criminals.
Sloan, that sly old fox, simply gave the three of them the toughest criminal targets.
Thus, they had always focused on gang bigshots, assassins, mercenaries, and so on.
As for the easier assignments of dealing with ordinary business competition and killing innocent people, those were left to other people who didn’t want to use their heads or didn’t care at all, like Night Wolf and White Dove.
In this way, Sloan really kept the three of them in the dark for many years. Cross had only vaguely sensed that something was wrong with some of his comrades’ assignments.
As the saying went, you sometimes didn’t see the woods for the trees. He mostly only had passing thoughts, and he never really grew suspicious.
It wasn’t until Rebecca’s sister was killed last year and she betrayed the Fraternity in her fury that Cross grew suspicious.
Given that in the Fraternity, Cross was the best at schemes, his deduction skills were without doubt very good.
As long as Cross really wanted to investigate, it would be very hard for Sloan to hide all his lies.
Seeing that Cross remained silent, Luke suddenly said, “Firefox, tell me first: whose son is Wesley?”
Firefox, who was feeling uneasy, subconsciously said, “He’s Cross’s son.”
As soon as she said that, she was stunned. Why did she tell the truth?
Wesley was the only way to deal with Cross.
Now that the father and son were reunited, the Fraternity had basically no chance of killing Cross.
Luke didn’t give them any time to think. He immediately continued, “Firefox gave you the most important answer in good faith. Then, Cross, you should tell Firefox the truth, right?”
Without any hesitation, Cross told her how Sloan had faked the Loom of Fate’s secret code and replaced the real hit list with his own list of names.