The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 67

Darius heart beat sped up even more when he heard the man’s declaration. At that point he knew that the man bore only hostile intentions towards him.

He wanted his life?

That put Darius in a dilemma. From the aura the man gave off, Darius knew that he was no match for him. However there was something that confused him.

“Why do you want to kill me?” Darius asked.

He had not done anything evil or bad to warrant someone to suddenly appear and try to take his life. He had always maintained a low profile since he became wealthy, so he was genuinely confused at this man’s appearance

“No hard feelings. I got a job to kill you. It’s as simple as that.” The man replied.

“Who sent you?” Darius asked again. He was very curious about that.

“That I cannot answer; as it is against my rule to rat out my employer.” The man started.” Besides, you don’t need to worry about that. You will not be leaving here alive anyway.”

that statement, he launched himself at Darius. The only thing

fights in the past before, and had surely received a lot of blows. However none of

a number on him, and he was sure

out that he became wealthy, and was well versed in kick boxing. His

a defeat against anyone should he get involved in a fight; yet it seemed that it was all for naught as he was unable to perform even the simplest

his muscles. The pain was almost unbearable, but he gritted his teeth. No matter how hopeless it seemed, he could not allow himself to be beaten so

the result was the same. Darius was beaten pathetically by the assassin. The assassin offered him no reprieve of any kind. His blows were harsh, painful and bone

had passed, Darius was a former shell of himself. His arms and legs were bent in the opposite direction, and his chest was caved in. His ribs were also broken, and there were several nasty bruises on his skin. There was a huge pool of blood on the ground where Darius lay, creating a gory sight. The man walked towards Darius as he lay on the ground writhing in pain. He looked at him for a

kill you, but seeing you tight with everything you have struck a chord in me. Therefore I have decided to end your suffering.” The

to him, he could now clearly make out his features. The assassin had pale skin. It was so pale that it was almost white. There were also several tattoos on his skin, with the most prominent one

a favor by killing him sooner than later, but in the end it was a hypocritical act. The assassin brought out a gun and aimed it at him. Just as he was about

the noises have

assassin heard the voices, he knew that the noises from their fight had attracted the attention of the security personnel. Hastily, he attached a silencer

wanted to shoot him again,

Let’s go there! Quick!”