The man lifted his thin eyelids, and his deep black pupils stared motionlessly at the person in front of him. "You have no choice."
The person being looked down upon gasped heavily and suddenly stood up from the chair.
The empty church made him feel extremely irritable, and the handsome and calm man in front of him almost drove him crazy.
He decadently pulled out a cigarette box from his pocket, "If I say that we didn't know it was you when we took on that job, do you believe me?!"
Who could have thought that the young master of the Anderson family, and the man in front of him... would actually be the same person?!
Osvaldo looked down at him, his voice like a cold knife, "And then?"
This rhetorical question was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the man collapsed like a deflated ball.
He lowered his head as if pondering something, then raised his head again, showing a venomous smile on his face. "Whether it's out of morality or my respect for her, even if I know what the consequences will be if I refuse you, I don't intend to change my mind. The only thing I can tell you is-"
He paused for a moment, then smiled, his tone adding a touch of heat and longing, "The person who gave me the 'Sacred Pearl' is a noble person. And she still has another 'Sacred Pearl' in her possession."
He stared at Osvaldo, his voice like a cold, venomous snake, each word enunciated clearly. "And you... will eventually die because of that 'Sacred Pearl'!"
There was no emotion on Osvaldo's face as he turned and walked out, casually leaving behind a command, "Kill him."
In the cold and magnificent church, the ground was suddenly covered in a bright red hue.
No begging for mercy.
No screams.
All the bloody cruelty happened quietly.
In the world of assassins, only the strong survive.
The man sitting in the chair stared at the man's cold and slender back, and smiled.
They had used the "Sacred Pearl", but failed to kill him. Now that the rightful owner had come knocking, they could only accept defeat!
The man lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep puff, and his eyes turned red.
He didn't regret his death.
He just regretted bringing such a strong opponent to her before he died.
I'm sorry...
Miss Lillian Riddle...
A cold light flashed before his eyes.
A red bloodline appeared on the man's neck.
His smoking gesture froze in place for a moment.
The next second, his head suddenly fell off from his neck, and the bright red blood sprayed all over the ground.
...
In the evening, Selena received a call from Osvaldo.
"The painting looks great," the man said.
Selena raised her eyebrows, "Do you like it?"
Osvaldo's voice revealed obvious joy, "Yes."
He liked anything she gave him.
Selena's smile became sweeter.
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