Chapter 554

Chapter 554:

In that instant, Ashton recognized he was facing a highly skilled professional, someone with lethal abilities far exceeding his previous adversaries.

“Nice reflexes! I might have underestimated you a bit.” A casual yet commanding voice came out.

Ashton turned around to see a figure lounging against the second-floor railing.

Ashton didn’t recognize the voice, yet the figure was wearing a familiar white mask, one he knew belonged to members of the Dark Night Organization.

The sole distinction was that the mask was decorated with intricate dark golden patterns, suggesting a position of notable rank.

“Are you associated with the Dark Night Organization?” Ashton inquired, maintaining a calm tone.

“Correct! But sadly, no rewards for guessing right,” the assassin responded with a light chuckle.

Sensing the danger escalating, Ashton shouted to Alisha, who was directing the evacuation, “Hurry! Get everyone to safety now. It’s not safe here!”

Alisha, spotting the masked figure above, hastened the remaining people.

The assassin just laughed again and said, “Relax, everyone! I’m only after Ashton. The rest of you aren’t my targets.”

With that, he jumped down smoothly from the second floor and said as he landed, “Unlucky for you, Ashton! My previous actions were merely to gauge your abilities. Today, you’re out of luck. I’ve got a solid grasp of your skills now. You’re talented, but honestly, at this range, you stand no chance. A slight touch of this card to your throat, and it’s game over.”

Amused by the assassin’s arrogance, Ashton smirked and retorted, “What if I’m quicker than your card?”

The assassin laughed so hard, as if Ashton had cracked the best joke. “Touch your face and see. Really, I wasn’t even trying to kill you just now, yet you couldn’t dodge a single card. With your current skills, how will you avoid a whole deck?”

More 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓲𝓷 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Then, the assassin showed his hands, revealing a neat stack of eight cards wedged between his fingers.

As the assassin spoke, his figure blurred, leaving an afterimage in the air. Then, two cards as thin as paper flew from his hands, one from the left and one from the right, hurtling toward Ashton like deadly blades.

The cards looked fragile, but they were like flying knives—sharp and accurate, aiming precisely at the spot where Ashton stood. Immediately, cobweb-like cracks appeared on the hard tile floor.

However, although the cards were fast, precise, and lethal, Ashton wasn’t an easy target. He swiftly and nimbly dodged every single one, feeling the deadly precision of the cards as they whizzed past him. But they all embedded themselves uselessly into the tiled floor with sheer force.

Ashton managed to avoid a total of eight cards, but he did not let down his guard. He knew that if not for his quick reflexes and awareness, even a single hit could result in serious injury or worse. So, he remained vigilant.

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