Two hitmen gave the boss a simultaneous glance, their bodies shivering in fear. They hurriedly fished out their phones from their pockets.

"But... we don't have Helen's contact," one stammered. "It's always her minions who get in touch with us. What now?"

Evan furrowed his brow, hardly surprised.

That old witch, Helen, had some brains. In the dirty business of murder, she'd never dirty her hands directly. She'd make sure she was squeaky clean.

No matter, chopping off one of her hands would still make her scream.

She thought she could wash her hands off this mess? Not a chance!

"Whoever contacted you, call them back. Make Helen believe I'm already dead. And if you dare slip up, you won't like what I'll do!"

The hitmen nodded frantically and immediately called Helen's personal assistant,

"The job's done. When do we get the rest of our money?"

"Are you sure the kid's dead?" Helen's assistant inquired.

"Absolutely sure."

"Send a video."

some noises nearby and had to climb over the wall

glanced at Helen before asking,

sliced him up a hundred times and even cut off his

in, felt a wave of

for the

her assistant a look, who then

gouge out his eyes? Did you

glanced at Evan,

Cutting tongues, gouging out eyes, slicing noses... 'Evil' was an understatement

the hitmen

and legs—just as you requested. Now, hurry up with

assistant frowned, looking back

her hand, and the assistant

money will be transferred immediately.

hitmen received a notification: $100,000 deposited

"My life is only worth

They paid

his lips and rolled his eyes, speechless. Here he was, a

turned his attention away from them, looking towards a

here, I need

hospital, Helen felt as if she'd released

as the call ended, she said, "Quick,

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