Chapter 154
He did put the lighter here a few minutes ago, so how did it suddenly disappear?
No one had entered this house before.
"Did it fall to the ground?"
He muttered to himself as he crouched down and searched the ground.
But apart from the documents that had been scattered on the ground, there was no sign of a flintlock pistol.
Squeak~
While the middle-aged man was still searching carefully.
A faint sound, so faint that only he could hear it, suddenly rang out behind him.
It was as if someone was standing behind him.
An extremely chilling aura seeped into the back of his neck through his collar.
"Who!!!"
A sudden jolt ran through him, and the middle-aged man abruptly turned around to look behind him.
Apart from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that were letting in slivers of silver light, the place was completely empty.
It was as if the previous sounds were just his auditory hallucinations.
He was the only person in the empty room from beginning to end.
Squeak~~~
Just when the middle-aged man thought it was all a false alarm...
It made a creaking sound, as if someone were stepping on an old staircase.
It would sometimes come from afar and then approach, sometimes echo throughout the room.
In an instant, it seemed as if dozens of sounds echoed throughout the room, surrounding the middle-aged man.
"Who's there?!"
Look in the direction of the loudest sound.
The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up, tensing all his muscles as he looked ahead.
But it was still completely empty, without a single person in sight.
Snap
The lights that were still on in the distance suddenly dimmed.
A soft, crisp sound followed.
That's the sound of something breaking.
The entire room was plunged into darkness in an instant.
It seems to be designed to fit the current environment.
Even the silver moon in the sky gradually disappeared into the dark clouds.
The silvery moonlight also quietly withdrew from this place.
The huge room was plunged into darkness in an instant.
"Who on earth is playing this prank here?!"
The middle-aged man stretched out his trembling right hand and slowly moved his body, touching the seat.
What on earth happened? Is there really someone else in this room?
But the door was never opened. How did the other person get in?
From the window? But his office is on the 19th floor!
"Did you do this to scare me?"
"I don't think you'd be so bored as to be that bored. Did you come to me just to play a prank?"
Suppressing the fear and unease that came from the depths of my heart.
The middle-aged man walked to the table, feigning composure, and spoke in a low voice.
But his trembling right hand had already reached under the table.
After groping for the button under the table, the middle-aged man sneered.
"Your sudden arrangement at this time suggests you're not here to have tea with me."
"State your purpose, and I can have a proper talk with you."
The initial panic quickly turned into calm.
He truly deserves to be called a businessman who has seen many ups and downs.
The middle-aged man quickly learned the other party's purpose in coming here.
They weren't assassins, nor were they sent by rivals.
If someone really wanted to kill him, he would probably be dead already.
"Since you didn't kill me immediately, it's clear you weren't sent by my enemy."
"I have already extended an invitation to you, sir. Are you afraid of me and have not yet shown yourself?"
The middle-aged man pressed the button at the bottom of the desktop heavily.
The smile on his face grew wider and wider.
Although it is unknown who attacked, the attackers undoubtedly made a huge mistake.
That means the other party was being too cautious; he had too much confidence in his own abilities.
What a pathetic guy, does he really think he can't handle him?
"It took you three minutes to go from initial panic and fear to your current composure."
"Who gave you the courage to no longer fear me? Who gave you the illusion that you are now safe?"
"Do you mean the button in the lower right corner of your desktop? Or the group of bodyguards guarding this floor?"
The shrill laughter was as grating as fingernails scraping across a blackboard.
It was as if there were countless people in the room, and the deafening noise came from all directions.
The middle-aged man froze upon hearing this.
The confident smile on his face froze on his lips.
How is that possible? How did they know? Could it be...?
Sensing something was wrong, the middle-aged man frantically pressed the button.
The crackling sound was caused by the excessive movement.
The noise seemed unusually loud inside the otherwise quiet room.
"Let your hand be quiet for a while."
A male voice, sounding somewhat annoyed but also teasing, suddenly rang out.
"What??"
The middle-aged man looked up at the shadows in the distance.
That place... it seems like you can vaguely see someone there...
Whoosh...
It was in the instant the middle-aged man looked up.
A short blade, gleaming with silver light, silently shot towards them from afar.
It pierced through the tabletop like a thorn through tofu, pinning his right hand firmly beneath it.
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Tick-tock... tick-tock...
The drops of blood made a crisp sound as they fell to the ground.
"Ughhhhh..."
Large beads of sweat covered the middle-aged man's forehead.
His facial features were contorted at that moment, making him appear exceptionally ferocious.
His left hand pressed firmly against his right wrist.
He endured the excruciating pain in his right hand without making a sound.
Blood flowed from the hand pierced by the dagger.
His palm was pinned to the table, and blood flowed down the table.
The middle-aged man stared at the shadow in front of him with eyes wide with rage.
Because of pain and fear.
He is now on the verge of a breakdown.
Who is it? And why would they do this to me?
"Wow? Your willpower is much stronger than I thought."
"I was quite surprised that he didn't cry out in pain."
A slightly surprised voice suddenly rang out above the middle-aged man's head.
The source of the sound was very close to him.
The middle-aged man hurriedly looked up at the sky.
Only then did he see a man dressed in black sitting diagonally on top of the sorghum.
The other person was wearing a rather strange mask.
But those red eyes, seemingly from a secluded valley, stood out conspicuously in the darkness.
Like a wild beast lurking in the darkness, full of aggression and intimidation.
"What grudge do you hold against me to do such a thing...?"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath.
She tried to distract herself from her work and began to examine the man again.
The assassin—the opponent is definitely an incredibly skilled assassin.
His bodyguards were probably taken care of by this man long ago.
This man could kill him with just a flick of his finger.
But the other party did not kill him immediately.
"Since you don't intend to kill me, you must have something to say to me."
The middle-aged man stared intently at the man sitting on the sorghum stalk.
They dared not look away from the other person for even a second, for fear of losing their target in the next second.
If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would have been dead long ago.
The assassin's principle is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, aiming for a single, fatal blow.
But the other party didn't do that; instead, they were just making fun of me.
If you don't intend to kill him, then why?
"Taking chances is not your usual practice, old man."
"I have seen everything that Reiko has done, and it has gone a little too far."
"You know very well why I'm here; this is just a warning."