---- 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

level and the cold precision of his pistol, it

if the kid was some half- baked semimartial king,

Then, once injured, his teammates would descend like vultures to finish the job and collect the sweet, sweet 300-million-dollar

pulled the trigger, the assassin was already fantasizing

find a hot,

a two-week escape to a treehouse resort

he would finally release all the pressure

soft beds, smooth whiskey, and a woman who

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

mature women

and more

called it what it wasthe best of the

fired with a muffled

the darkness The killer smirked,

out his knife and rushed in to finish the job, but what

was no bleeding target.

beast that slammed straight into his chest like a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255