Alex wanted Jewel to exact revenge with her own hands, but unexpectedly, Damian had delivered his head on a platter.
Alex sent Damian flying with a kick. Damian, who was already weakened, almost died when he fell onto the ground. If it weren’t for the groans escaping his lips, he looked more or less like a dead man as he lay on the floor, unmoving.
Alex tried his best to staunch his wound as he walked over to Damian. Then, he lifted the latter off the ground.
His other hand gripped the dagger, and he was about to stab Damian again when he felt something flying toward his head from behind.
He instinctively tilted his head to dodge danger. Something scraped by his ear as it lodged into Damian’s throat. It was only then that Alex realized it was a small throwing knife. It wasn’t big, but it was quite sharp.
Damian instantly widened his eyes, then quickly fell limp. Alex reflexively tested Damian’s pulse. Damian had already stopped breathing. The entire process took less than two minutes. That was too cruel.
Alex whipped his head around to look, but he only saw a black shadow slipping out of sight in the vent behind him. He narrowed his eyes. Who could be powerful enough that they could even infiltrate Peter’s place without any complications?
Did they want to kill Damian, or were they targeting him? Alex almost instinctively ran after them. A relatively huge yard lay behind the bar. It was empty and void of hiding spots save for a few cars parked there.
Alex came out quickly enough. Since it was such a short amount of time, the assassin should still be around. Alas, night had fallen. If the assassin took refuge in the darkness of the night, it would be quite tricky to find them.
Alex searched the place while he called Peter over the phone. This incident had happened on Peter’s turf, after all. It was fine if it was just an injury, but now that a life was lost, it could be serious business.
Yet, as soon as the call went through, he saw a shadow passing by. He didn’t even say a word before hanging up and running toward the person. The person seemed to be hiding from the surveillance cameras, for they walked along the wall. They were quite nimble as well. Alex couldn’t be bothered about his injuries as he ran after them. “Stop right there!”
The person seemed to turn back to look at him, then found a spot without surveillance and got ready to climb over the wall.
At this point, Alex was highly anxious. So, he followed the person over the wall, then grabbed the leg of the person who was already on top of the wall.
The person kicked with all their might, thinking that they could wriggle free, but unexpectedly, Alex was gripping onto them as if his life depended on it.
Now that they had run out of options, the attacker placed their hands on the wall and delivered a round kick at Alex.
If it were any other person, they would’ve instinctively dodged the kick. Unfortunately, Alex was deeply enraged today, and he still hadn’t found a way to vent his anger, so he decided to take it out on this woman. Yes, he had already sensed that this assassin was a woman. Otherwise, their ankle wouldn’t be so slender.
A kick landed on his head, causing Alex’s figure to waver a little. However, his grip on the woman’s leg remained steadfast.
Then, he quickly snapped out of it as he kicked against the wall and used the momentum to drag the woman’s leg toward him, pulling her off the wall.
The woman was skilled in martial arts. Even after Alex dragged her onto the ground, she maintained her balance as she attacked him once more.
Alex fixed his eyes at the woman in front of him. She was tall and slender, and she wore black clothes paired with a mask on her face. Her gaze was sharp and gleaming. Nonetheless, her movements looked like wrestling techniques, and it reminded him of Jewel.
Could it be…?
