---- Chapter 1089 Scattered chairs, overturned tables, and shattered glass from the back window completed the chaotic scene.

Andrew's eyes sharpened as he stepped toward the staircase and barked coldly, "Come out." After three seconds, a masked man stepped into view at the bend of the stairs.

He was holding a gun in one hand, a combat knife sheathed at his waist, and eyes sharp as a hawk's.

You noticed something was wrong, but instead of running, you walked right in like you owned the place.

You must be real confident in your skills." The man sneered as he raised the gun, aiming directly at Andrew's head.

Then, he pulled the trigger without a hint of hesitation.

He wasted no time on speeches, eager to end the situation.

After all, unnecessary chatters were the reason many villains died.

Even so, deep down, the assassin was surprised.

He was told that the target on the Goldings' hit list was supposed to be some minor nobody.

Yet somehow, this guy had spotted him instantlydespite a perfect hiding spot.

did not

and the cold precision of his pistol, it

kid was some half- baked semimartial king, a direct hit

would descend like vultures to

stop: find a hot,

escape to a treehouse resort in the mountain range

would finally release all the pressure he had built up as

blood-stained targetsjust soft beds, smooth whiskey, and a

girls or fake-coy bitches who whimpered at the

women were

in and

called it what

fired with a muffled

slicing through the darkness The killer

pulled out his knife and rushed in

was no bleeding target.

monster hiding in the shadows, a beast that slammed straight into his chest like a

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