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    “Ah!” Balfour’s scream tore through the air again. His face burned with pain, veins straining in livid rage. “You… I’m the one paying you! How dare youy a hand on me? Don’t you care about receiving your final payment?”


    The mercenary leader let out another furious kick, mming his boot into Balfour with a savage grunt. “It’s not like I can get out of here alive today! What the hell do I need money for now?”


    The mercenary leader was consumed with regret. If he’d known he was going to cross paths with the infamous Deathbringer, he wouldn’t have touched this job with a ten-foot pole.


    Balfour’s entire body throbbed with pain. Two more vicious blows from the mercenary leadernded on his gut, nearly knocking the wind out of him. His face twisted in torment, every nerve alight with agony.


    “You… You pathetic loser!” Balfour barked through clenched teeth as he finally caught his breath, pointing at Christina. “She’s just a woman! And you don’t even dare lift a finger to fight back! You’re just sitting around waiting to die!”


    “Aren’t you doing the same? Do you even know who you’re up against? She’s ranked number one on the assassin list—she’s the damn Deathbringer!”


    The second the mercenary leader uttered that chilling name, Balfour froze. A violent shudder ran through him, and the color drained from his face in an instant.


    Balfour had heard the stories—everyst terrifying detail—about the top assassin, known as Deathbringer. Bullets never missed. Once, an entire assassin guild had attempted to wipe Deathbringer out. But not a single one made it out alive. Deathbringer obliterated them, one by one. Deathbringer wasn’t just an assassin. Deathbringer was a legend.


    Many dreamed of one day defeating Deathbringer—just for the bragging rights alone. Taking Deathbringer down would earn them eternal glory in the underworld. But most knew better than to try. They understood they’d end up just another bloodstain in Deathbringer’s wake. Still, there were always those bold enough—or foolish enough—to roll the dice. If they won, they wouldn’t just rival Deathbringer. They’d rece Deathbringer.


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    “No… No fucking way…” Balfour stammered, his face ghostly and drained of life. His eyes locked onto Christina’s cold, expressionless face. “Isn’t Deathbringer supposed to be a man? There’s no way she’s Deathbringer! I—I don’t believe it!”


    Balfour was spiraling now,pletely unhinged. The insults dried up. Reckless threats turned to silence. Desperate and trembling, hetched onto thest scrap of hope he could muster. “You… You’re working with her to mess with me, aren’t you?”<fnbff4> For more chapters visit F?nd-Novel</fnbff4>


    “You? You’ve got some secret n to take her down, right? Please… Just kill her already. I don’t want to die. Please, just kill her.”


    Then, after a pause, Balfour scrambled to sweeten the deal, his voice quaking with terror. “If you do, I’ll give you shares. All of them. Every damn share I own. Just save me.”


    Survival was all Balfour cared about now. Facing Deathbringer meant certain death. If throwing away everything could buy his life, he’d do it without blinking.


    “Ha…” The mercenary leader let out a bitter, hollowugh. It was the sound of a man already halfway gone. “I’m about to die, too. What makes you think I can save you?”


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