A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The fear the man was feeling at the moment was overwhelming

Just when he thought his time had come, a slender hand reached out and grabbed the machete by the handle. The tip of the machete stopped right in front of the man.

Bringing the machete to the man’s neck, Arielle asked indifferently, “Whose time did you say was up?”

The man was trembling in fear. His face was as pale as death. “M-My own… No, please. I’m sorry! Please spare my life!”

Jared, who had just opened his eyes, was looking confused.

What? Can somebody tell me what just happened?

She patted the man’s trembling shoulder with the back of the machete. “Good boy. Now, tell me who sent you to come after us?”

He swallowed. “I-I don’t know. I-I’m just doing my

job!”

Arielle raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure? I’m giving you one last chance to think harder. Who is it that sent

you?”

was taken aback by Arielle’s

not seem to be something

could tell from how

and strength that he was

attacked his subordinates, she had hit the same

he said,

whipped out a note that looked like a mission card from his pocket and gave it to her warily. “I have no idea who she is. These are the number and account she used to contact us. We‘re an underground organization specializing in taking orders for beating people up. Sometimes, just sometimes, we also

the header and saw “Black Manor” written on

or place orders. Everything is anonymous, so we’ll only

explained.

to see the men that were on the floor and

bent over to creep past the machete Arielle

to their feet shakily. Within two minutes, they left a stack of cash and ran

face. He was more than shocked at what he had

you okay?”