Chapter 393 by Marina Vittori

The short guy grinned as he flung Cougar’s body against the wall, where the body left a bloody trail. “Cougar!” Tarragon hugged the body of his little brother and seethed in vengeance.

“How dare you kill my brother? I’ll tear you into pieces!” Then, he lunged at the short guy like a crazed beast, only to have the short guy kick him in the chest.

Tarragon seemed to have been run over by a truck. He was flung aside and fell hard onto the ground, where he coughed up blood. His rib had collapsed.

The Nicholsons gasped at the second casualty. They knew that Tarragon was way stronger than Cougar, but even the elder brother was defeated after an attack from the short guy. That left them wondering about his origins.

“W–who exactly are you?” Tarragon pressed on his chest as blood oozed from his nose and mouth. He knew his opponent must have been a divine–level martial artist to win with just a move.

“I’m Hillcrest, a gold–tier assassin in the Bounty League.” The short guy grinned widely.

“A gold–tier assassin in the Bounty League?” Tarragon appeared mortified by the answer. Although he was not acquainted with Hillcrest, he was well aware of the weight of the reputation. The Bounty League was full of martial arts experts.

Even the bronze–tier assassins were formidable on their own, and the silver–tier assassins were

practically invincible. Not to mention the rare gold–tier assassins, who were the elites with

expertise in their fields of choice and cost billions to hire!

Tarragon had thought that he was sent here to teach some rascals a lesson, but little did he know

that he would run into the gold–tier assassins of the Bounty League. Talk about unlucky!

“Old hag, it’s your turn now.” Edwin lifted his gun again.

“Quick! Protect her!” Dakota’s eyelids twitched as she yelled in panic.

“Go!” The group of loyal bodyguards from the Nicholson Family charged at Edwin, who started firing like crazy with high accuracy. Each bullet was fatal. In no time, he had taken out half of the

bodyguards.

The rest who came closer were taken down by Hillcrest without fuss. In the blink of an eye, the Nicholsons‘ bodyguards suffered a huge loss and multiple casualties. No one was left standing.

Gloria and the others were gripped by fear and trembling incessantly upon witnessing the scene.

They had never thought that they’d lose all the expert bodyguards whom they had specifically

called in from Glenstead.

“Do you have any last words?” Edwin marched up to Gloria without expression.

“Wait! You’d better not do anything rash. I’m from the Nicholson Family of Glenstead. If you dare so much as to lay a finger on me, the family will come at you!” Gloria rebuked him sternly.

“Is that all? Time to meet your maker, then.” Edwin did not waste time conversing as he raised his

gun once more.

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“Stop!” When he was about to pull the trigger, he heard a feminine and commanding voice from the entrance. He turned around and spotted two familiar faces–Dustin Rhys and Dahlia Nicholson.

“Oh! The real VIPs are here!” Edwin scrunched up his eyes with a murderous look. He had attempted to make use of Boulderthorn and Royal Valor to get rid of Dustin, but he did not succeed.

The bastards from Royal Valor had gone missing, and no one had heard from them so far. He had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and hired the gold–tier assassins to avenge his children. Now that he was face–to–face with the killer, he was overcome with vengeance.

“Edwin Hummer, you’d better not try anything funny! Release Madam Gloria now!” Dakota ordered.

“Oh, is she a madam from the family? This is great.” Edwin suddenly broke into a smile as he pointed the gun at Gloria’s temple. “I’ll give you a choice–either she or Dustin have to die. Pick one.”