Chapter 0557 The Zadra family's hired killer was-a master of stealth with unfathomable I methods.

I Ashadowy figure crouched by the chandelier, nestled among the streamers high above the Johansson Grand Hotel lobby and beneath the grandeur of the 12-meter dome. He surveyed the scene below, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

His target was in sight.

He clutched a sleek dart in his right hand and tied a black band around his wrist with the number eight emblazoned on it.

His gaze was focused on Caleb, who had just entered the hall. The grip on his dart tightened, and his wrist shook with anticipation.

However, right when he was about to strike...

wy Te eur "Number eight? That symbol seem familiar." A voice, tinged with amusement, entered the assassin's ear from behind. "Unless I'm mistaken, you belong to the northern hidden supreme grand martial sect and I are adisciple of the Eight-Armed Guardian.

"Does the Eight-Armed Guardian know you are on the Zadra family's payroll?" The assassin's heart skipped a beat, and he spun around instinctively, only to come face-to-face with the young man floating behind him, his eyes narrowing in recognition.

him! The talk of the north, the Zadra family's

me?" Alexander

Franklin's hit list today? Caleb? "Do you think Franklin will kill you if you fail this job? Relax; your secret is safe

mask of confusion. "Wait, aren't you Caleb's kid? You want him dead?" Alexander's gaze drifted lazily across the lobby, taking in Caleb, Callie, Raidon, Geoff, and the other guests. Anyone could be a target, but

flicked his hand dismissively at the assassin, his voice as cold

and his grip on the dart tightened. It struck him like a

was predetermined. Neither

but Alexander had

intended to bait the Zadra family into revealing their true colors and blowing the master's cover wide open. Once that dart flew, whether Caleb was hit or not made no difference—the chaos in the north would

the stuff of legends,

the master, you'd even throw your father under the bus. That's ruthless, real ruthless," the assassin in black

a quic} flick of his wrist, the sleek dart sliced through the air, leaving a light trail

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