---- 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.

it did

his skill level and the cold precision of his pistol, it would be over in a

was some half- baked semimartial king, a direct hit would slow him

descend like vultures to finish

was already fantasizing about how to spend his

stop: find a

a two-week escape to a treehouse resort in

he would finally release all the pressure he had built

silent nights or blood-stained targetsjust soft beds, smooth whiskey, and a woman

those bratty college girls or fake-coy bitches who whimpered at the slightest

mature women were

broken in and more adventurousa true

their little hitman circles, they called it what it wasthe

fired with

shot forward, slicing through the darkness The killer smirked, confident

rushed in to finish the

was no bleeding target.

was a monster hiding in the shadows, a beast that slammed straight into

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