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."

and immediately bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, sir. It

in front of Maurice, head of

The reason was simple.

just the family head, but he was also

everyone was at least martial king

was an extremely ruthless and

he had made in his youth, when Maurice had personally

and commanding the Driscoll family's Shadow Division, Walter still had nightmares about that traumatic

happen again," Maurice muttered, waving a hand dismissively. "I don't have time into

that punk in

did not press further,

have time before tomorrow comes. Would you permit

you make 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

not smile. He

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