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"You're supposed to be a part of the Smalt Sect, Mr. Stefan...

The expert smiled with an indescribable coldness.

"I'm ordered to send you to the afterlife.

"Are you prepared?" The chilly tone was enough to make Stefan Augustus' body freeze stiff.

After taking a deep breath, Stefan finally composed himself when he squinted at the man before him.

"You must be a grandmaster at least on par with a Sword Saint, right? "Based on Amos' abilities, he probably doesn't have the means to send you here.

"So, who is it that's trying to kill here? "The person supporting Amos?" Stefan was abnormally calm in the face of death. He gave a weird stare when looking into the expert's eyes.

"It doesn't matter who you are. Since I'm sure Amos didn't send you...

need to do is to send word about the

way even if you're trying to use my

step back? It'll be good for both of

the money you get for this job. How does that sound?"

believe you people were such smooth talkers at

I were actually hired, I would've already taken the bait." Stefan

must be from an

but your support would also be in deep trouble! "Letguess.

The expert

smart men usually don't live

left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you revealed everything, I simply have no choice but

sway at

wouldn't have kept alive even if

Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an old box with the refreshing scent of a