NovelUpdateChapter 1573: "I knew it! Thank goodness you called! You have no idea how dull things have been since the Shadow Moon Society disbanded!" As an assassin accustomed to danger, the mundane luxury felt increasingly suffocating to Aldrich. He thrived in a violent world but couldn't stand a life without purpose.
Suddenly, Felix began to stir and struggle in his crib.
"Wait." Harlee put her phone aside and hurried inside the room, telling Aldrich, “I'll call you back in ten minutes," before she started soothing the child.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn a remote island in Claelia, Aldrich stood relaxed, a grin on his face as he stared at his phone, surrounded by several burly men with guns. Their expressions were wary and menacing.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" one of the burly men shouted.
Aldrich smirked, slid his phone into his pocket, and simultaneously drew a gun from his waistband. Two shots rang out, striking the burly man who had spoken squarely between the eyebrows.
Facing the hostile guns, Aldrich felt a rush of adrenaline. He had cto this deserted island for a break, not expecting any confrontations. It was perfect. He could get in spractice before his next mission. Without a word, Aldrich raised his gun and fired. He gave his opponents no tto react, indifferent to their reasons for being on this secluded island. He had only one thought-to have a bit of fun with his gun! The group of burly men was no match for Aldrich. Despite their multiple shots, they failed to hit him, and soon five lay dead. Only one, the most cowardly, remained. He dropped to his knees with a thud, hands raised. I@te$t ¢#@pter$ In g@!$"Don't kill me, please. I just followed my fellows here. I have no interest in any treasure on this island!" Hearing this, Aldrich's initially raised gun slowly lowered as curiosity sparked in his eyes. Treasure? Was there really treasure on this deserted island? "Speak. What are you doing here?" His voice bore down with intense pressure.
The remaining man was so terrified that he stumbled over his words.
"Our... Our leader obtained a treasure map. It said there was treasure here, so... so we came." Aldrich, growing impatient, walked over and kicked him in the chest.
"Get to the point!" "There's... there's nothing else. Just the treasure map." The remaining man's face turned pale, his legs shook, and he fought to keep from fainting.
"Where is this treasure map?" Aldrich demanded.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe remaining man's body twitched as he mustered his strength, retrieved the map from one of his fallen comrades, and presented it with trembling hands.
Aldrich glanced down at the map, a wide grin breaking across his face.
"Ha-ha..."
He burst into raucous laughter, bending over as if he'd heard the best joke ever. It took him a while to regain composure, still ghuckling as Ver he picked up the so-called treasure map, his eyes twinkling with amusement. This supposed treasure map was just a detailed sketch Harlee had created out of boredom.
Its intricacy made it seem like it marked a real treasure.
Aldrich stifled his laughter, looked at the kneeling man, and asked, "Dich you guys sneakin here?" His tone suggested he already knew the answer.
The remaining man, too frightened to withhold any information, detailed his own background and that of his deceased companions. Four had been fugitives from a murder charge, of necessity, banding together burder while one was coerced into being their errand boy. The lone survivor had turned to thievery to support his impoverished family. He had attempted to steal from the group but got caught. In a desperate plea for his life, he had offered them the treasure map he found in the mountains. Little did they know stepping onto the island would be their undoing.
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