Chapter 556

Chapter 556:

He had underestimated Ashton. Judging from the strength Ashton had shown, the preparations he had made were insufficient to eliminate him.

Despite its small size, the bag contained something with astonishing power.

A loud explosion shook the entire building, reverberating through the walls like a thunderclap. A pillar about ten feet away from the bag shattered, causing the second floor of the banquet hall to collapse.

The explosion sent chunks of concrete flying. Dust and thick smoke filled the vast banquet hall, causing people who had not yet evacuated to scream in terror.

Some were unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast and suffered various injuries. Their screams and cries echoed throughout the entire hall.

Fortunately, Ashton reacted in time. He dropped to the floor to avoid the blast’s impact. After confirming there was no second explosion, he sprang back to his feet, scanning the hall for Red Jack.

Ashton was usually a composed man, skilled at maintaining his cool in the face of danger. But this time, he couldn’t help but curse Fraser inwardly. He hadn’t expected Fraser to be so vicious that he had even laid a third trap.

Fortunately, most of the guests had been evacuated earlier. Otherwise, Ashton could hardly imagine what the scene would be like.

At the thought of this, he turned and faced the thick smoke with a grim expression. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Ashton lowered his eyes and caught sight of one of Red Jack’s cards lying on the floor. He picked it up, his eyes narrowing coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he flung it back into the smoke with deadly accuracy.

Instantly, a muffled, painful groan came from the other side of the smoke.

As the smoke from the explosion and collapse began to clear, the shadowy figure of the assassin, once hidden within the chaos, slowly emerged.

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He stood frozen, his ultimate weapon now lodged in his mask—precisely struck by Ashton. The blow had driven deep into the mask the assassin wore.

Yet, the mask, crafted from an exceptionally resilient material, had only shattered under Ashton’s lethal strike. Despite the force, it had failed to land a fatal blow.

The shattered pieces of the mask clattered to the floor, revealing Red Jack’s true appearance—a youthful face. Something was disturbingly familiar about him, though Ashton couldn’t quite place it.

This assassin, it turned out, was the mysterious young man who had once trailed Ashton from the shadows, silently studying him. Now, with his identity exposed, Red Jack stood still for just a moment before bursting into an unsettling fit of laughter. Once the laughter faded, his expression twisted into something far more menacing.

“Bravo, Ashton. Oh, bravo! I had planned to let you live a little longer, waiting until everything was perfectly aligned before ending you. But now, since you’ve seen my face, you must die… today,” Red Jack snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

But Ashton wasn’t the type to entertain empty threats. Before Red Jack could finish his sinister speech, Ashton shot forward like a bolt of lightning, landing a powerful kick that hurled Red Jack across the room.

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