Chapter 132: Chapter 132: He Is Everywhere
The Francelian man was terrified. His eyes darted around before he dropped to his knees, begging for mercy. "The master is on the top floor! Please, don’t kill me!" Ronan Jenkins holstered his pistol and sneered at him. "Hmph. A dog’s a dog."
But the Francelian man silently pulled a pistol from his shoe, raising it to fire at Ronan Jenkins.
"Ronan!"
BANG!
Blood bloomed on the floor, as red and bewitching as a datura flower. The Francelian’s head burst open, blood streaming from the wound. At the critical moment, Sean Murphy had tackled Ronan Jenkins, raising his own gun and shooting the Francelian.
Fortunately, neither of them was hurt. They then infiltrated the villa and began their search. According to the Francelian’s statement, Asher was supposed to be on the top floor, but there was no way to know if he was telling the truth.
Even if the odds were stacked against them, they had to brave the danger.
「The Top Floor」
Asher had heard the commotion below for a while now, but he paid it no mind. It was only a matter of time before they found him. It was time for his late-night snack, and nothing was going to disturb his leisurely routine.
After fighting their way past all obstacles, Ronan Jenkins and Sean Murphy finally reached the top floor. The decor here was completely different from the other levels. Everything was black, as far as the eye could see. Even the chandelier was made of black crystal and gave off almost no light. This put Ronan and Sean at a severe disadvantage; they couldn’t get their bearings in the darkness.
Asher had just finished his late-night snack. He picked up a napkin, dabbed the corner of his mouth, and then slowly stood up and pushed open his door...
Ronan Jenkins and Sean Murphy were creeping down the hallway. They had clearly heard a door open, but saw no one. The two moved forward with caution. A sudden gust of wind swept by, and a few strands of Sean Murphy’s hair were snipped off, fluttering to the floor.
"Ronan, someone’s here!" Sean Murphy exclaimed, grabbing the severed strands of his own hair. A sharp blade had sliced them off, yet he hadn’t sensed anyone near him. In the pitch-black corridor, Asher stood with his back to them, cloaked in a black trench coat, but they hadn’t seen him.
Black was already difficult to make out in the darkness, and he had deliberately suppressed his presence. It was no wonder they hadn’t noticed him.
Suddenly, a pair of green eyes, glowing like luminous pearls in the night, appeared in the darkness. Asher turned, a terrifying smile spreading across his face.
Sean Murphy and Ronan Jenkins simultaneously drew their guns on him. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he walked right up to them. "I was in front of you the whole time. Didn’t you see me? What a bunch of incompetents. Why would Kenneth Yates be friends with you? HAHAHA!" Asher’s laughter echoed through the building, seeming to fill the entire villa.
"Underestimate us, do you? I’ll show you what we’re made of!" Ronan Jenkins holstered his pistol, swiftly drew a dagger, and lunged, slashing at Asher’s green eyes. Asher hadn’t expected him to switch to a blade. He failed to dodge in time, and the dagger sliced his face. Bright red blood seeped from the wound.
Asher wiped the blood away with his sleeve, the corner of his mouth hooking into a wicked smile. "You’ve got some skill. I underestimated you. But are you sure you want to make an enemy of me?"
Another gust of wind blew past, and the green eyes vanished into the night, plunging them once more into absolute darkness.
"Sean, be careful! He’s everywhere!" Ronan Jenkins said, nervously wiping a bead of sweat from his temple. ’It’s the first time I’ve faced an opponent this strong. It’s been a while since I had a really satisfying fight... this will be a good opportunity.’ In truth, this was the kind of tension they lived for in a fight.
