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It was not long before Justice Warrior’s call came in again.
“Zeke, the Demon Slayers have yet to take any action. Looking at the current situation, even if they have not been
killed, they should have already left the country. Should we retreat, too?”
Zeke ordered, “No, we shall stay behind to keep guard. The final moments of this mission are imminent. If anything,
we should be even more careful. Who knows, maybe our enemies are just waiting for us to make a move so they
could strategize.”
Alright.
Justice Warrior had no choice but to follow Zeke’s orders.
Today, the Prime Minister was going to impart his powers to Ares in a ceremony.
However, it would not happen until long after sunset, as Zeke would only be able to retrieve the Spirit Stone after
midnight.
Soon, it was already evening.
All of the country’s leaders set off to attend the ceremony.
Ares had annihilated the Demon Slayers and saved their lives, so they thought it would only be appropriate for
them to cheer for him in person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Prime Minister made sure to leave his house early. After all, he was the chairman of the event, so he could not
possibly be late.
When he reached the hall where the ceremony would take place, he noticed that not one guest had arrived yet.
There were only a few servants at the venue, all of which were busy with setting up the place for the ceremony
later.
Since it was still early, the Prime Minister headed to his designated resting room.
However, not long after he sank his body into the welcoming couch, someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” The elderly Prime Minister asked.
“Mr. Minister, I am here to inform you of the schedule,” the servant at the door answered.
“Come in,” The Prime Minister responded.
The young servant walked in and delivered a form to the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister put on his reading glasses and began to scan through the document.
He made sure there was no problem with it and was about to return the form to the servant when he realized that
he was the only person in the room.
The servant who had brought the form to him just moments ago was long gone.
All of a sudden, he felt a cool breeze coming from behind.
The Prime Minister immediately sensed that something was wrong in the room.
He squatted down instantly and instinctively leaped forward.
Before he even made his landing, a dagger had flown above his head and sheared a few strands of his hair; it was
only half an inch away from hitting his scalp!
Had he reacted just half a beat slower, his head might not be whole by now.
The Prime Minister, who was now three meters from his original position, turned around to look at his attacker.
He was petrified by what he saw.
The young servant was no longer to be found; instead, he had been replaced by an assassin with a painted mask.
From the pattern of the mask, the Prime Minister assumed that the assassin was from the United States.
The assassin wielded a deadly dagger on his left hand, while a mask made from human skin dangled from his right
hand.
The Prime Minister squinted at the mask in his hand. It turned out to be the face of the servant he had seen just
now.
The Prime Minister’s first reaction was to run.
However, just as he was about to make a sprint to the doorway of the room, the door creaked open.
Two servants, a male and a female, walked in and obstructed the entrance from the inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was no doubt that those two were in cahoots with the assassin in the painted mask.
The Prime Minister was starting to panic.
If these people had managed to pass through all of the security measures and mixed in with the servants, they
must be skilled assassins.
The Prime Minister was certain that the deck was stacked against him if he were to fight them.
In front of these outlanders, he represented Eurasia so he forced himself to put on a calm and steady front. After
all, how would people speak of his country if they knew its leader could not stay composed in times of danger?
The Prime Minister stared at the two servants who had just entered the room; he ordered, “Take off your masks,
you two. Let us make each other’s acquaintance in our own skins.”
The two of the servants smiled vaguely and took off their masks made of human skin.
Instantly, the Prime Minister realized the two assassins were also from the United States.
When he saw their faces, his heart skipped a beat while an unknown sense of dread hit him.
The Prime Minister questioned them, “Where are the three of you from? What is your purpose?”
The man in a painted mask cackled, “Mr. Minister, do you know? I am quite upset with your behavior.”
The Prime Minister was confused. “Why are you upset with my behavior?”
The man answered, “You already know we have our eyes on you but still you did not arrange to have more
bodyguards by your side. Are you looking down on us?”
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