Too Late

However, it was already too late.

The assassins had drawn close, approaching their targets like silent shadows.

The meeting room door was gently pushed open, and several neatly dressed assassins in black swiftly entered.

Without a word or a wasted movement, their targets were clear and precise.

"Ugh..."

One of the high-ranking officials had no time to react before a piercing chill struck from behind. A blade swiftly cut across his throat, and blood sprayed out.

He barely let out a scream before collapsing into the silent night.

"Damn it!"

"Who's there?!"

The other officials immediately realized the danger. They rose to their feet, trying to fight back.

However, the assassins concealed in the darkness had already prepared themselves. Their merciless attacks surged in like a tide.

A dagger flashed, dispatching another target almost instantly. Another official had his legs tangled by a rope, his movements restricted in an instant before he could even react.

"How could they be this strong?!"

When the last assassin gave a hard pull, the official who had once commanded with confidence fell to the floor without suspense, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His life vanished into the deathly silent night as swiftly as an extinguished flame.

The assassins did not stop. Their mission had only just begun.

The stench of blood and violence filled the air. Several swiftly vanishing figures proved just how rapid and deadly it had all been.

Yet despite the speed and efficiency of the assassination, Donquixote Doflamingo, who led them, still felt a trace of unease.

He understood that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. Next, they had to withdraw quickly and hide in the darkness, avoiding any pursuit or retaliation.

The World Government would not easily let these "secret invaders" go.

As the assassins silently retreated, deathly