I Think... We May Have Run into Trouble

After the organization's name was determined.

After a long day, Ian was finally able to relax and rest.

"Yawn..."

Wearing a bear-patterned pajama, he yawned, turned off the light, and lay down when he heard a knock on the door.

Ian frowned, took off the bear-shaped eye mask, and turned on the light.

Who is it?

"Ian, it's me!"

Nobunaga's voice could be heard from outside.

Ian opened the door, peeked out, frowned slightly, and asked curiously.

"What's the matter so late, Nobunaga?"

Nobunaga looked apologetic and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Ian, um... my knife... um... is there any way to strengthen it further?"

He had no choice.

All night long, that Uvogin kept showing off his lousy boxing gloves, walking back and forth around him.

And he would often ask himself if it was flashing or shining!

Do you think you're a third wheel?!

Unable to bear it any longer, Nobunaga had no choice but to seek out Ian.

"Oh, so that's what it was about. Don't worry!"

"Tomorrow... I'll help you reactivate the White Crane Repayment Combo after I recover a bit... yawn... Is there anything else?"

Ian was sleepy, yawning, his little face scrunched up, and his eyelids were almost drooping.

"Okay, Ian, that's enough for me!"

Having received Ian's promise, Nobunaga returned home beaming.

Ian shook his head and casually closed the door.

I had just turned off the lights and lay down for a short while.

A rustling sound came from the darkness.

"Hmm? There's a mouse?"

Ian took off his bear eye mask, revealing his wide, sleepy, bloodshot eyes.

I turned on the light and, wow, I found a big Rabbit!

Oh... no... I should say that Machi, wearing a big Rabbit pajama, was standing in her room with her little face flushed.

"What's wrong, Machi?"

Ian, fighting off his sleepiness, quickly asked.

"No... it's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to... to come see you and say thank you!"

"I really like that... Healing Bandage..."

Under the light, Machi blushed slightly, her fingers awkwardly clenching together.

At this point, Ian was too exhausted to notice anything else; he was completely sleepy.

"Um... um... it's okay, we're... yawn... partners, right..."

Machi noticed Ian's fatigue and quickly asked.

"Ian, are you tired? Would you like me to give you a massage?"

Ian was so sleepy that his head was nodding off, his bear hat covering his eyes, and he nodded subconsciously.

Machi tiptoed to the bedside and sat down, placing her small hands on Ian's shoulders and beginning to gently massage them.

Ian felt a sense of comfort spreading down his shoulders, a blend of fatigue and comfort. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and soon he was breathing evenly.

"Huff... huff..."

Machi looked at the sleeping Ian.

A blush crept onto her small face beneath the Rabbit hat, and she moved even more gently, afraid of waking Ian.

Then he leaned closer, his eyes carefully observing Ian, who was standing right in front of him.

Then.

She gently kissed his cheek, making his little face even redder.

After a while...

Machi also felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She yawned, unable to stay awake any longer, and leaned her head against Ian, her long rabbit ears covering Ian's bear hat, before falling into a deep sleep.

Inside the room, moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the two of them in a warm and cozy glow.

And on this night...

Silva and the others did not rest at all.

They investigated nearby surveillance footage overnight, and Jorar and Xia, who followed behind, witnessed the assassin's meticulous operations—a quality that the gang and they themselves completely lacked.

Following some clues, they tracked them down to a hospital.

"It's here..."

"The last surveillance camera!"

Silva said in a deep voice,

Based on the calculated time and the recorded license plate number, they found surveillance footage that captured the scene at the hospital entrance.

Inside a monitoring room, the guard had already fainted.

In the dimly lit room, Silva stared intently at the screen, while Jorar and Xia beside him dared not utter a sound.

"This is the enemy's identity..."

When Silva saw a group of children getting out of the car, his eyes narrowed.

Jorar and Xia were both shocked!

"You mean, those people were all killed by these kids!?"

"Could we have gotten the wrong person...?"

Silva shook his head, pointed towards the monitor screen, and said in a deep voice.

"No, look carefully inside the car..."

Xia and Jorar stared intently, and the next moment, Xia's face paled with surprise.

"It's... it's Walker!"

On the monitor screen, although only a blurry face was visible through the car window, he could vaguely make out that a knife was held against Walker's body, and his face was full of grief and indignation, and he didn't know what he had gone through.

"What about... Mina?"

"Could she be in the car too?!"

Silva said calmly

"Don't worry, my gut feeling tells me these people aren't indiscriminate killers. Your children should be alright."

"Some of them are injured. Leave the rest to me. Just wait patiently."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

A dark figure darted swiftly through the hospital corridor.

With just a glance out of the corner of his eye, Shiba was able to determine the patient inside the room.

"No, no, this isn't it either..."

Until he reached a room, his gaze sharpened, and his movements abruptly ceased.

"Found it!"

In an instant, Silva's breathing ceased completely, and he instantly merged into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Dreyn was fast asleep in her hospital room, completely unaware of the danger approaching.

Silently, a uniquely shaped blade was placed against the neck of the sleeping Dreyn.

Silva, slowly appeared in front of the hospital bed, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and he spoke indifferently.

"If you wake up and move around, you'll die."

The Malice emanating from him seemed to stimulate the instincts of living beings.

Dreyn was jolted awake, feeling the coldness on his neck and the burly man beside him who seemed like the Grim Reaper. His face turned deathly pale.

"I'll ask, you answer; if you hesitate, I'll kill you on the spot."

Although Silva sensed something was wrong the moment he woke up in Dreyn, he continued to ask questions.

Who are you people?

"I... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a person with a tragic fate. I don't know why you've come looking for me!"

As Dreyn gradually regained consciousness, a thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood the other party's purpose.

I am just a loser who barely survives, or rather, a useless ordinary person.

The only reason they would come looking for him is because of the Kalie Gang!

No... he wants to find Ian!!

Upon realizing this point, he immediately shut his mouth.

However, having lost the "Performance-Enhancing Liquid," he no longer possessed any of his previous abilities and was just an ordinary middle-aged man. In Silva's eyes, his performance was full of flaws.

"Crack!"

Dreyn's finger was broken by Silva.

"Ah!!"

Dreyn screamed in agony, his whole body trembling with pain, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Silva didn't use a knife because it was poisoned, which would have certainly killed his opponent.

Moreover... his judgment was confirmed by the other party's behavior.

The guy in front of me is indeed an ordinary person.

A question flashed through Silva's mind. If his calculations were correct, the injured man in front of him should be the one who had killed the group of people in the factory.

But why is his performance so poor now...?

Was my judgment wrong, or was someone else responsible for the killings?

"You can try to continue hiding my problems, but what awaits you is hell."

Silva calmly reached out and grasped Dreyn's second finger.

Dreyn's pupils shrank, his face turned deathly pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I... I don't know!"

"Crack!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

A short while later, Silva appeared beside Xia and Jorar with a blood-stained sheet.

"Let's go back first..."

"This... this solves it?"

Xia and Jorar looked shocked, Silva shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but I think we might be in some trouble..."