Leo continued charging toward the lower floors.
Dozens of black metal darts surged out of thin air around him, then vanished before Leo's eyes.
As Leo slowly descended, he heard no other sounds from the floors below, only the bodies lying sprawled across the ground.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of sympathy or reluctance in his eyes. In Leo's view, they were all people who deserved to die—or rather, their actions had already rendered them unworthy of being called human.
By the time Leo reached the first floor, everyone in the entire building above ground had already been dealt with.
As for the metal darts stained with fresh blood, they collided in pairs, shaking off the remaining blood without leaving a trace behind.
Although the commotion on the ground floor was not loud, it still aroused the vigilance of the assassins trained by the younger brother.
At that moment, an old man had even appeared before Leo.
He looked at the metal darts hovering around Leo, and his expression grew even darker.
Without saying a word, he charged straight at Leo.
He was so fast that the 20 meters between them disappeared in less than a second.
He even raised a hand and knocked one of the metal darts in the air several dozen centimeters aside before charging at Leo with his knife.
But when he was only one meter away from Leo, the blade in his hand suddenly stopped in midair.
The enormous force of his charge, combined with the strength with which he was gripping the knife, instantly dislocated and fractured his right arm, yet failed to shake the blade in the slightest.
Caught completely off guard, he slammed into Leo.
Yet even in the face of this sudden change, the man immediately altered his posture