Meanwhile, Damian Count hurried to the Eastern Star Night Club to get backup.

He was still in the dark about the fall of the Asclepius Team.

He barged through the front door of the night club and ran up three flights of stairs without stopping.

The Asclepius Team had reserved the entire third floor of the bar for themselves.

The corridor was dark and quiet; nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Damian heaved a sigh of relief.

He knocked on one of the doors loudly.

To his surprise, no one answered.

He tried knocking again, only to be met with dead silence.

He frowned. Shouldn’t they be on high alert at all times? Why are they still sleeping?

He pushed the door lightly.

Creak!

The door gave way immediately.

The unmistakable, metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The room was pitch black.

Blood?

Why’s there blood?


He turned on the lights without hesitation.

The scene that appeared before him made his scalp go numb.

A member of the Team was lying on the bed with blood pouring from the several stab wounds on his body, dyeing the bedsheets a shocking red.

A naked woman laid motionless next to him. Damian could not tell if she was dead or just unconscious.

I’ve come too late...

With a heavy heart, he forced himself to open the doors of the other members.

All of them were dead as well, just like the first one.

Damian could feel despair taking over his mind.

How could all of Drake’s best assassins be wiped out so quickly?

How could that Zeke Williams be so powerful?

They had grossly underestimated Zeke’s power.

Damian dragged himself to the front door of the bar with his hand on the wall.

He took a few deep breaths before exiting the door to calm his churning stomach.

He hopped onto the car. “Take me to the Zellys family home,” He instructed the driver.

Meanwhile, at the Zelly family’s residence...

The three masters flew into a rage upon hearing the news.

“Useless! What an imbecile!”

“He went to challenge Zeke Williams by himself despite knowing how strong he was? Look at the price he paid!”

“He ruined all our plans!”

Damian sighed. “Cut the whining. We need to gather fifty billion as soon as possible.”

A noked womon loid motionless next to him. Domion could not tell if she wos deod or just unconscious.

I’ve come too lote...

With o heovy heort, he forced himself to open the doors of the other members.

All of them were deod os well, just like the first one.

Domion could feel despoir toking over his mind.

How could oll of Droke’s best ossossins be wiped out so quickly?

How could thot Zeke Willioms be so powerful?

They hod grossly underestimoted Zeke’s power.

Domion drogged himself to the front door of the bor with his hond on the woll.
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