NovelStartMiles was a veteran in the market. It was no surprise that he could accurately grasp what kind of
person Parker was.
Sure enough, Parker sounded extremely pleased with himself at Miles’ flattery and boldly announced,
“All right! I’ll keep you safe for a few days since you paid us so well.”
“Not to brag, but I can promise you that no one will be able to even come close to you while you remain
in the Black Tiger League!”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker. Thank you, Hellhound. Here’s a toast to us!”
Miles was overjoyed as he thanked them profusely.
The trio chatted merrily as they exchanged a toast.
They were, however, quickly interrupted by a rush of footsteps out the door.
A young man in a black T-shirt rushed in.
“Something’s wrong, Mr. Parker. There’s someone…outside…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtParker seemed displeased as he set down the wine glass in his hand.
Hellhound smacked the younger’s head and rebuked, “Do you not see that Mr. Parker is busy with
something right now?”
“Who cares if someone is outside? Whoever is outside can wait even if the sky collapses!”
The young man was obviously a mere grunt of the Black Tiger League. He couldn’t show his
discontent.
He clutched at his swelling head and continued with great trepidation, “Mr. Parker… They insist that
you personally receive the black package.”
“Black package? Just a mere package scares you this much?”
Parker frowned.
“No, sir. The package…is dripping blood…”
The young man was choking from fear.
“What? Blood?”
Both Parker and Hellhound shared a look. Something was amiss.
“Have this man join us!”
Parker bellowed.
“Yes, sir!”
The young man wiped the sweat off his forehead and trembled as he went to fetch the stranger.
It didn’t take long for him to return with a man in a black turban.
As soon as the man entered, he had two laborers carry the box inside.
Blood oozed out, staining the surrounding carpet crimson as soon as it hit the ground.
Parker gave the black box a death stare. “Open it!”
The man with the black turban reached out and lifted the lid.
The young man who was closest couldn’t help but peek inside.
What he saw had him screaming his head off.
“Gray Monkey! It’s Gray Monkey!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHellhound immediately rushed up to it.
What was contained within the package was a bloodied corpse with features that greatly resembled the
late Gray Monkey.
It was his brother, Gray Monkey!
“Brother!”
Hellhound snarled.
Miles was shell-shocked. He cautiously approached the box and looked inside.
He began to sweat profusely at the sight of the dismembered assassin.
He shot a glance at his bodyguard, Daryl, who was just as horrified as he was.
Then came a burst of joy.
Thank God I noticed something was up and came here.
Skylar would no doubt have come for me next!
He was, after all, the mastermind who arranged for an assassin.
This only cemented just how powerful Skylar truly was.
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