Chapter 677

Everyone fell silent. Sneaking into Southern Plains City, which was heavily fortified by a three–million–

strong army, and assassinating the generals of the twenty–eight nations?

This would be the most daunting assassination mission they had ever received.

They looked at one another.

No one said anything. Scanning the crowd, May stepped forward. “I‘m going with you, James.” May

grew up in the Dark Castle and was brought up as an assassin. Throughout her life, she had lived in

bleak despair. After following James, she finally understood the meaning of life. It was James that gave

her everything. Now that James had a mission, she was duty–bound to fulfill her responsibilities. James

looked at the others and asked, “Anyone else?”

The assassins were hesitant.

Although they were loyal to James, the current mission was extremely dangerous. The chances of

returning alive were close to zero.

They did not wish to lose their lives so easily.

“I‘ll follow you.” Death Dance stepped forward. She used to be the tenth on the hitman ranking. After

following James, the Blithe King created a legitimate identity for her.

She was now called Skylar Caden.

“I‘ll go too.” Scorpion, number nine on the hitman ranking, stepped forward. He now lived as Jameson

Caden.

He said, “As a Solean, I have killed many of my countrymen, yet I have never done anything for my

country. If the mission fails, I hope that you‘ll bury me in the National Mausoleum, James. I want my

family to be proud of me.” Midnight Wind, number five on the hitman ranking, grinned cheerily. “In that

case, count me in.”

Little Sis, number three on the hitman ranking, piped up. “Don‘t forget about me.” Then, Wanderer and

Grim Reaper, number four and seven on the hitman ranking respectively, agreed to go too. James

began assuring the assassins that had committed themselves to the cause. “Although the mission in

Southern Plains City is extremely dangerous, I promise I‘ll bring you all back safely. This is how the

plan will go. You‘ll remain in the shadows and come get me in secret. If something doesn‘t feel quite

right, leave immediately.”

James began laying out his plan. He would be the one going on the offensive and assassinating the

generals. The assassins were only there as a fail–safe. They would pick James up in case the plan

went awry.

After a whole morning‘s worth of discussion, a more detailed plan was drawn up.

However, a problem remained. How would they sneak into Southern Plains City?

It was heavily guarded by an army of three million. Not only that, the city was sealed off. No ordinary

man was allowed to enter. James had thought of a way. Although there were risks involved, the

possibility of success was also there. After the discussion, they left. Driving a few off–road vehicles,

they headed in the direction of the city.

At the same time, in Southern Plains City‘s military region...

A middle–aged man was on the phone as he smoked his cigarette under a tree. Wearing a black

overcoat, he wore a hat. His silhouette was indiscernible. It was Floyd Zink. He was the Emperor‘s

confidant and strongest subordinate. “James is now aware that you‘re the one behind this. He‘ll try to

assassinate the generals of the twenty–eight nations in an attempt to reduce the casualties as much as

possible. Be on your guard. Once he enters the city, do not let him leave alive.” “Understood. I‘ll

accomplish the mission.” Floyd assured the person on the other line.

The voice sternly cautioned him. “Do not be complacent. During his time in Cansington, he‘s

assembled a group of top–notch assassins. Their strength is not beneath yours.”