
Seventh Day, Eighth Month, Summer
"Is he what he meant?"
There was a cold, emotionless voice there. A man in a cloak stood on the roof of the building. Looking down with a pair of visible eyes, while his face was covered in a black mask. The colleague beside him replied, and pulled the sword out of his glove.
"Yes." Yeah." The answer.
Down there, Yazuha stepped alone on the empty street. In his arms, there was a suitcase in his arms. And it seems that he is guarding it with great care. There was a feeling of misgivings that made her feel like she was being stalked, and that feeling of intimidation made her breath heavy and sweat rushing down her forehead and neck. He glanced at his right and left trying to calm himself. But his actions only made him even more anxious in his mind.
Clangs!
Hearing the clanking sound, Yazuha looked back in panic. Seeing who was standing before him, Yazuha widened her eyes.
"Camio?!" Be surprised.
Camio Lega, is his best friend who is also his friend. The two are close like brothers. The burly young man resisted the attack of one of the assassins with a knife in his hand.
Camio shouted without taking his eyes off the assassin, "Run Zuha! Hide that! That's what they're after!"
Yazuha hesitated, but hearing Camio's tone telling her to leave made Yazuha turn and leave while biting her lower lip and holding her arms against the thing she was carrying.
The hit man was after the thing in his hand!
After Yazuha ran away, the assassin groaned furiously and pushed Camio with strength. Camio crashes, but soon moves against one of the two.
"I'll take care of it. Catch her! I'll be right up to it." The assassin who was holding the sword told his comrade. And without a word, the fellow assassin immediately darted away by running between the roofs of the buildings.
Camio is about to catch up, but is taken into custody by the hitman. "Your opponent is me! I'll make you sorry for meddling!"
Camio heard it clearly. Seeing that deadly gaze, his body trembled. His knife-wielding hand tightened, and he pursed his lips.
This is his job.
The sound of footsteps was clearly heard along the deserted road. Although the city is crowded with residents despite the night, there are many streets that are rarely touched by life at night. One of these is this little road. Although his breathing was hunting and he was panic-stricken, Yazuha did not slow down in the slightest. All he could do was run and keep running, in order to avoid the hitman targeting the bagged item he was carrying, and possibly even including himself.
"Well.. Huh.. Hosh!"
Her bead captured the shadow of the hitman next to her. Reacting quickly, Yazuha subconsciously deflected the direction of her running pace towards an alley she found.
It's just, it seems that deflecting his steps was a wrong decision. He could not keep running when a wall more than 3 meters high stood in his way. He looked around in panic, and tried to find something he could use to climb or a place he could hide. But unfortunately, he could not find any of them either.
"Great!" His inner.
He turned around, thinking of returning, but unfortunately his steps stopped and his body was stunned when he saw the black masked serial killer was already there, holding the long sword next to his hand and looking at him with a pair of cold beads without emotion.
"Why are you chasing me?! What do you want, huh?!"
Although his guess was correct, Yazuha could not help but question the reason the assassin was after him.
The man said coldly. "There's no point in the dead knowing. Just leave that thing in your hand, and I'll let your death have no pain."
"But it's okay. Think of it as your death gift. Actually, some time ago you stole quite important information from our enemies. My boss, it seems, wants it. So he paid us to take the information you stole and kill you to destroy the evidence. It's that easy." Flatness.
"No need to say much anymore." He muttered in a cold tone.
He tilted his sword and was about to move towards Yazuha, before a strong wind like the wind was blown***** the pickaxe swerving around trapping Yazuha. And as the wind subsided, Yazuha disappeared.
"Fuck me!" Snarled.
There was the sound of footsteps along that narrow passageway. There were paint scribbles everywhere, and scratch paintings of abstract stones filled with images of ridicule and contempt. It was even filled with trash posters that could no longer be read in their entirety. But far away at the end, there were hustles and disturbing sounds of laughter.
"Haha! Breng! I can't believe she actually did that to her father's lover! How ridiculous!" The red curly haired one laughed.
Black people don't waste it. "Damn it! I knelt down on him. He even did it in front of his father!"
"Oh wait, where's Ono?" The tall and skinny one asked.
"What else? Buying drinks." Answer the red curly haired.
Behind the darkness, Iloania looked at them with a pair of cold beads. After what happened, he really no longer hid his emotions. His feelings and anger. He felt angry, he hated that bunch of trash. He did not expect bringing Yazuha and Ize to this city was the worst decision he had ever taken in his life. Those people, how could they make Yazuha's eyes go blind just on a whim?!
The girl smiled a cold smile. "I'm also on a prank right now. The eyes are returned to the eyes, and the teeth are reciprocated."
The two raised their hands and brought something out of their hands. It was a small needle that had a sharp tip and was even thinner in size than thread. And its length is half times shorter than a regular needle.
"Eyes that are not even worth seeing." He muttered while throwing the needle was one of the men there.
The man screamed and held his blood-splitting eyes. He screamed in pain and even rolled on the ground. "Oahhhh!! It hurts!! It hurts so damn!!"
"Dirty mouth is disgusting." He muttered along with the movement of his hand.
The red curly-haired one screeched a glance before holding his mouth that felt intensely burning. When he put away his hand, the mouth blistered and his voice could not even come out, however hard he tried to scream.
"You people! What happened to you!" The black panic.
A moment later, he felt something pierce past his ear and stab inside. Both of his ears were very painful and buzzing violently. Blood flowed from his ear hole, and instantly he could not even hear the screams of his friend who continued to scream in pain. He can't even hear his own voice!
Iloania looked up at the sky. "It seems I'm adding to my sins."
He then spread his shoulders indifferently, "Actually I was just seeking revenge. I will also be responsible to Brother Yazuha. It's not a problem."
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