Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 8

When Margaret reached the second floor, she found bodies everywhere. They lay in strange positions, blood seeping from their mouths and noses. They had been killed by powerful internal strikes. The place looked like a nightmare.
But her face showed no emotion. As a top-level assassin, she had seen much worse.
What did surprise her was the middle-aged man. He was clearly a master of martial arts. That ancient family was truly fearsome—to have someone of his skill serving as just a bodyguard.
Her eyes immediately found the man in the wheelchair. Even from the side, his features were perfect. There was no bad angle.
She sat down near him and noticed the pit boss's body beside her. His face was destroyed. That made her pause.
"Did you do this?" she asked.
This fight pit was backed by a dangerous terrorist group. They weren't weak. Yet the man in front of her had wiped them out without hesitation.
From the moment Margaret appeared, Andrew's gaze hadn't left her. His eyes were dark and intense, like a predator examining its chosen target.
He nodded casually. "Yes."
His voice was calm. To him, a human life meant nothing.
Margaret's eyes widened. Then she smiled, looking genuinely impressed. "You're really something."
Seeing her smile, Andrew studied her more carefully.
His attention stayed completely on Margaret. In his eyes, there was only her.
"Want a reward?" she asked suddenly.
A reward?
The man in the wheelchair didn't answer. He sat silently, his presence heavy and cold, as if considering something.
Margaret thought for a moment. Then she leaned close to him. Her bright red lips lightly kissed his forehead.
Her fingers lifted his chin. Her seductive eyes locked directly with his.
She smiled—a dazzling, dangerously tempting smile. "Do you like it?"
"Not bad."
He kept a straight face, his composure unshakable.
Margaret stared at him. <i>What should I do now?</i> <i>I really like this man!</i>
<i>I want to cut his skin with a blade</i><i> and</i><i> taste his blood—it must be incredibly sweet!</i>
The middle-aged man watched the whole scene in shock.
His boss, who always kept his distance from women, had actually let this girl touch him!
Also, weren't their roles reversed?
Why was the girl acting so dominant, while his boss just sat there and accepted her kiss?
Before this, no woman was allowed within three yards of his boss.
"Hey, is there any food?" Margaret asked.
As soon as she sat down, hunger hit her. This body hadn't eaten for a long time.
"You want to eat... here?"
The middle-aged man hesitated, glancing at the corpses around them. Who could eat in a place like this?
Margaret looked directly at Andrew. Her voice turned soft and sweet, almost pleading. "I'm hungry."
Seeing her innocent expression, the middle-aged man was lost in thought.
If he hadn't just watched her coldly kill that giant in the ring, he would have mistaken her for a normal, cute, and harmless girl.
"Get her something to eat," Andrew said.
He met her gaze and heard her coaxing tone, but his face remained impassive. He looked like an emperor giving an order.
He simply waved his hand slightly.
"Yes, sir."
The middle-aged man quickly went to arrange the food.
"Sir, I want a steak. Very rare," Margaret called after him.
The food arrived quickly, prepared exactly as she asked. The steak was bloody and red, juices pooling around it.
A mangled, bloody corpse lay on the seat nearby. The girl ate her steak with obvious enjoyment. The whole scene was deeply unsettling.
It sent an unexplained chill down the spine.
The middle-aged man couldn't help wondering—maybe this girl, like his boss, wasn't quite... normal.
This wasn't how ordinary people behaved...