Chapter 14

Target

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“Master…” The man with pitch-black hair held his injured neck as he slightly bowed down to a man wearing a black mask and a cape. He was truly a mysterious man – hiding his annoyance behind his mask.

“This must be good news, Viego.” The cryptic man coldly said.

His voice was eerie, low, and as cold as ice – so cold that it totally made the man named Viejo, who was sweating bullets and was trembling inside because of the news that he was about to spill. The man standing shuddered in fear with his few words. He even couldn’t lift up his eyes.

He...