Walter narrowed his eyes and hissed in that sharp, nasal voice of his, "Whoever it was... they're dead."

Suddenly, Andrew's image popped into his mind. However, he gave a dismissive shake of his head and scoffed.

"That little bastard? Nah. No way he could've taken out Goldfangs. If someone really did it, then it had to be someone else. Maybe someone from the Keller family, or one of Derek's elite guards."

Nonetheless, guessing did not matter anymore.

Walter ordered his men to bury the body right there on the spot. Then, without saying another word, he climbed back into the SUV and returned to the Driscoll residence with his crew.

After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and decided to face the music. He was going to see Maurice, even this late at night.

"Sir," Walter reported, head bowed, "the two assassins I sent after that brat are dead."

Maurice sat under the harsh overhead lights, the black mark covering half his face exposed in full view, making him look even more terrifying.

"Two failures in a row? Walter, you've gotten sloppy."

immediately bowed deeply. "I'm

figure to his own subordinates, in front of Maurice, head of the Driscoll family, Walter was as

The reason was simple.

head, but he was

least martial king level, Maurice ranked 35th, proving just how strong

more importantly, Maurice was an extremely ruthless and

from a grave mistake he had made in his

a high rank and commanding the Driscoll family's

Just don't let it happen again," Maurice muttered, waving

that punk in

did not press further, nor did he need

have time before tomorrow comes. Would you permit me to deal with him myself-end it

a move, Joe will notice instantly. And if that happens, he'll accuse us of sabotaging him. Knowing Joe, he'll throw a tantrum, maybe

laugh. "Well... that does sound like

not smile. He

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