King's Awakening

The night still lengthy, the moonlight still desolate, but at this moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Greedy Wolf and John, two internationally renowned top-tier assassins, were stuck in their places as if they had been cast with a Fixed-body Skill.

Gradually, their hearts began to tremble, their legs continued to shudder, and beads of cold sweat flowed out like flood water, dampening their clothes.

A thick sense of fear gradually filled the air.

Numb!

They were utterly numb!

A feeling of hair-raising numbness enveloped their entire bodies.

Tell me, how many people in this world would make the Four Great War Gods of the White War Department kneel with such respect?

I guess, even if the Elders of the Elders’ House were present, they might not necessarily instigate the same level of respect from these Four Titled War Gods.

There is, and can only ever be one such person in the entire world, and that is — Army Master White!

Who would have thought that a native of Sayon, who appeared inept in the intelligence report, would turn out to be the famous Army Master White?

Such a contrast is simply unbelievable.

Even more unacceptable for them was the fact that their boss, Yama, actually issued a task for them to assassinate Army Master White; and crucially, they actually accepted it.

They ought to be aware that, over two years ago, on a battlefield abroad, the ten most famous mercenary groups at the time joined forces to deal with Army Master White, deploying hundreds of thousands of their strongest men.

But they still couldn’t defeat Army Master White; he managed to fight his way out leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Moreover, more than half of the leaders of the ten mercenary groups fell under White’s blade.

In the end, the ten mercenary groups had to surrender, apologize, and swear never to offend again, and only then was the situation finally resolved.

People said that if they hadn’t surrendered in time, the world wouldn’t now have those ten mercenary groups.

When the news reached the Dragon Realm, the whole country was stirred, and the Elders’ House personally titled White Mitchell as the Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm!

They also granted Army Master White the privilege of executing before reporting.

It’s fair to say that Army Master White has a status equivalent to that of the Elders’ House.

And now, their Deathz organization is actually preparing to deal with Army Master White?

Isn’t this the same as an old man hanging himself, basically asking for his own death?

Hiss!

Thinking about this, the two couldn’t help but draw a cold breath. The chill, in contrast, failed to drive away the fear in their hearts; it only made them more frightened and more restless.

“Gre…Greedy Wolf, what should we do now?” Confused, John subconsciously cast a pleading gaze at Greedy Wolf.

On hearing this, a bewildered Greedy Wolf turned his head towards John and stuttered, “I…I have no idea.”

Yes, Greedy Wolf doesn’t know what to do now.

Taking into account his usual cautiousness, even if he racked his brain, he couldn’t find a way out.

Fight?

Forget about Army Master White; even the Four Titled War Gods could easily crush them.

Escape?

Given that Army Master White himself had shown up, if they could still escape, things wouldn’t seem to add up. So in Greedy Wolf’s view, this is absolutely impossible.

They can’t defeat him, they can’t escape him.

It seems that they only have one path left — death!

The greedy look in Greedy Wolf’s eyes gradually turned helpless. It seemed as if all the strength had been sucked out of him; he slumped directly onto the ground without any desire to fight left in his heart.

Without the will to fight, whether for an assassin or a soldier, it’s fatal.

This means Greedy Wolf has completely given up resisting and has surrendered.

Seeing this, John felt a chill run down his body.

Thump, thump, thump…

At this moment, the sound of combat boots striking the floor echoed, sounding like the death knell of a Messenger of Hell, the life-snatching person had arrived.

Greedy Wolf and John, lost and desolate, raised their heads.

“Lord Military Master, spare me! I am John from the Deathz organization. I have no intention of opposing you. I am willing to surrender. I will tell you everything I know,” John confessed, overwhelmed by fear and guilt.

Although as a top-tier assassin, you either succeed or die trying.

But faced with a sure death, John became afraid; he didn’t want to die. He just wanted to survive now.

Seeing this, Greedy Wolf’s face turned dark, “John! You motherfucking bastard!”

John might surrender, but he, Greedy Wolf, can’t.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to surrender, it’s more that Steel Turner was killed by him.

He knows that the men of the White War Department will never let him off.

He suspects that the recent disappearance of Pluto must have been the handiwork of the White War Department.

Because he heard from Yama that initially, the task of assassinating White Mitchell was assigned to Pluto. But then, due to Pluto’s sudden misdemeanor, the task was reissued.

Now recalling Pluto’s misdemeanor, it was clearly a sign.

Unfortunately, none of them caught on to this sign until it was too late.

Men of the White War Department won’t let him off!

Greedy Wolf clenched his teeth and grimaced, finding it hard to face the life and death situation right in front of him.

At this moment, facing John’s surrender, White Mitchell was still calm as he asked, “Have you ever seen Yama?”

This…

John was stumped by White Mitchell’s first question.

Within the entire Deathz organization, no one has ever seen Yama’s true face. Even those closest to him have never seen him.

In John’s view, Yama is the best-hidden individual in the world.

John shook his head bitterly, saying hastily, “Lord Military Master, although I have not seen Yama, I know where the others are. Ghost, Fox, Butcher, Shadow, I know where all of them are. I can lead you there.”

At his words, the Four Great War Gods standing behind White Mitchell all showed a strange expression simultaneously.

“There’s no need, they’re already dead.” White Mitchell stated nonchalantly.

What!?

Already dead?

This…

John looked at the faces of the Four Great War Gods in bewilderment. As if he understood something, he quickly said, “I also know other secrets. I…”

Before John could finish, the War God standing behind White Mitchell moved his blade, leaving a blood mark on John’s neck, his life started to fade away.

“You, do you have anything else to say?” At this time, White Mitchell turned his gaze to Greedy Wolf on the side.