Chapter 503


    If this continued, all the assassins would die in less than three minutes and Cyclops would no longer


    have the chance to ambush Andrius.


    With that, he red at Andrius before he left the valley silently


    Andrius was still busy dealing with the rest of the assassins and did not have time for Cyclops. When


    he was done, Cyclops was already gone.


    The remaining assassins noticed Cyclops‘ absence as well. They no longer wanted to fight the Grim


    Reaper that was Andrius, so they all tried to escape.


    However, Andrius, with his extreme speed, swiftly stopped and immobilized all of them.


    He squatted down before one of the surviving assassins and bellowed, “Tell me, Cyclops is the enemy


    of the country with the blood of my people on his hand. He’s killed many good men of the country, yet


    you all are working for him. Why?”


    Andrius was truly infuriated. He could tolerate his own people trying to take his life but not when his


    own people helped foreign invaders to destroy him.


    “Hmph!” The assassin looked away contemptuously and refused to speak a word.


    “A tough guy, huh?” Andrius grinned wickedly and said, “Sure, I hope you can keep this up.”


    There was a specific set of interrogation methods when it came to murderous assassins, and Andrius


    had many professionals under hismand.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Those professionals mastered terrible interrogation techniques and must have a way of prying


    information from these assassins. One of them would be Noir.


    Andrius called Noir. “Noir, send men to the valley to the southwest of Phoenix Manor. There are…


    around 30 assassins for you.”


    “Hold on. I’ll be right there!” Noir was excited when he heard the call.


    The assassins reacted bitterly when they heard the name Noir. They had heard of the Wolf King’s right:


    hand man. Since they could no longer escape, they were forced to face their fate.


    A momentter, several military helicopters arrived.


    Noir jumped off the helicopter, looking excited.


    “Andy!” Noir looked at the assassins on the ground eagerly.


    “Two days. Can you get something useful from them?” Andrius asked as he pointed at the assassins.


    “Two days?” Noir’s expression turned serious. Upset, he grumbled, “Andy, you can question my taste


    but please do not question my professionalism. Give me till before dawn. If I cannot get anything useful


    from these little twerps, I’ll be ruining my own reputation.”


    Andrius saw the eagerness on Noir’s face. He nodded and said, “They are all yours.”


    “Alright!” Noir rubbed his hands eagerly and ordered his men to bring the surviving assassins into the


    helicopter. He then flew off with his prize happily.


    Andrius also left the scene.


    Further away, Cyclops continued to observe from the dark and sighed, seemingly frightened. “The Wolf


    King, eh? It seems like I have to use my original n.”


    “Cough!”


    Cyclops shook his head as he talked to himself but then blood gushed from his mouth. Andrius‘ final


    blow was so heavy that it had severely injured him.


    After resting for a while, he called Dick. “How’s the preparation?”


    “Sir, everything is ready.”


    “Very well. When the time is right tomorrow, I will let you know what you should do.”


    The phone call ended.


    Cyclops looked into the distant night sky coldly. “Wolf King, I hope you like the surprise I’ve prepared


    for you tomorrow. Hehehehe…