---- 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

precision of his pistol, it would be

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

like vultures to finish the job and collect

pulled the trigger, the assassin was already

a

her for a two-week escape to a treehouse resort in the mountain

release all the pressure he had built

targetsjust soft beds, smooth whiskey, and a woman who could bend

bratty college girls or fake-coy bitches who whimpered at

women were

broken in and more adventurousa

it what

pistol fired with

bullet shot forward, slicing through the darkness The

pulled out his knife and rushed in to finish the job,

was no bleeding target.

shadows, a beast

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