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Illumi clung to the wall, intently watching the two bodyguards.
He planned to kill them the moment their bodies brushed past each other, while also ensuring that other bodyguards wouldn't discover him.
Of course, even if discovered, it wouldn't matter, as long as he killed everyone.
However, that didn't fit his cautious style. An assassin should act like an assassin: waiting for the right moment, acting without hesitation, and being clean and decisive.
Charging in head-on wasn't the mark of an assassin; it was the mark of a berserker.
On the balcony, the two bodyguards walked to the end of the balcony, then turned and walked towards each other. As their shoulders brushed past.
"Swish!"
Illumi vanished from the wall.
Illumi appeared behind the two. His left index finger and right index finger, with sharp nails, pierced into their carotid arteries respectively.
"Puff puff..."
Two extremely subtle sounds of flesh being pierced overlapped. Illumi instantly withdrew his two index fingers, spread his palms, and covered the two bodyguards' mouths to prevent them from making a sound.
"Mmph mmph..."
The two bodyguards twitched all over, continuously making muffled sounds from their mouths, their eyes bloodshot. Illumi slowly lowered their bodies to the ground.
By the time he laid them down, they finally lost consciousness due to blood loss and suffocation.
At this point, blood continuously gushed from the carotid arteries, and the amount of bleeding was so great that it quickly formed a pool of blood.
"Not much time. Kill Fitzgerald within one minute, and leave here within three minutes."
The bodyguards' patrol times were very tight; they rotated shifts every three minutes. If someone discovered the bodyguards on the balcony were missing, an intruder would quickly be detected.
"Click..."
Illumi gently pulled open the French window, and silently entered Fitzgerald's bedroom using Silent Steps.
"Fitzgerald."
Looking at the middle-aged man lying on the white bed, with wrinkles around his eyes, a buzz cut, and graying temples, he appeared to be a kind person.
"But, it's over."
Illumi stood by Fitzgerald's bed, extending his right index finger. His blood-stained nail was incredibly sharp.
"Puff..."
Using the same method, he pierced the opponent's carotid artery with his finger, covering his mouth with his left hand to prevent him from breathing or screaming.
"Mmph mmph mmph..."
When his index finger pierced Fitzgerald's carotid artery, the latter's eyes suddenly flew open, staring at Illumi, whose face was masked, revealing only his eyes.
"Mmph mmph mmph..."
Fitzgerald's struggles intensified, his eye sockets seemed about to burst open. His pupils first showed terror, then fear, regret, nostalgia, reluctance, and other emotions.
No one dies without regret. Everyone regrets when they die.
If someone says they died peacefully, it must be a lie.
There are always some things that one only realizes before death.
Fitzgerald's eyes were wide, gradually losing their luster. Blood slowly flowed from his carotid artery, staining the pure white sheets and quilt red.
From the moment Illumi entered the room until Fitzgerald's death, no more than ten seconds passed.
"Woof woof woof!!!"
Suddenly, the five hunting dogs in the villa barked furiously.
The bodyguards inside and outside the villa quickly reacted, rapidly gathering towards the villa. The person who had previously noticed Illumi's fleeting presence looked up at the second floor, and his pupils immediately constricted.
The bodyguards on the second-floor balcony were gone, which meant the intruder had likely already entered their boss's bedroom.
"Intruder!"
"Protect the boss!"
The bodyguard immediately roared and rushed into the villa, going up the main hall stairs to the second floor, heading straight for Fitzgerald's bedroom.
"Scent of blood."
Illumi quickly realized that it was the scent of blood that the five hunting dogs had picked up.
"While they're in chaos, it's my time to leave."
Illumi heard footsteps approaching from outside the door, quickly got up, and took a photo of Fitzgerald.
With a "swish," his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.
"Boss!"
The young bodyguard kicked open the bedroom door with a "bang." The first thing he saw was the curtains swaying in the wind, and he frowned; there was no wind right now.
The second thing he saw was Fitzgerald, already dead from excessive blood loss and suffocation.
"Something big has happened."
The young bodyguard looked at Fitzgerald, lying dead on the bed with wide-open eyes, his heart incredibly heavy.
"Puff..."
The sound of shoes stepping on soft grass made faint noises.
At this moment, Illumi was running rapidly through bushes and lawns, the surroundings changing quickly. His speed was comparable to a car.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two sounds of air being cut rang out. Illumi's expression remained unchanged as he glanced left and right out of the corner of his eye.
"Hohoho, Young Master Illumi truly is a born assassin."
Zebro's figure suddenly appeared to his left, running alongside him.
"Clean and decisive."
Gotoh's figure also suddenly appeared to his right, evaluating him with a cold expression.
"You don't need to tell me that."
Illumi said expressionlessly. He knew without thinking that Zebro and Gotoh must be by his side at all times.
In front of a villa gate, a Labrador lay sprawled, panting with its tongue out.
"Swoosh~"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, making its fur stand on end. It blinked, utterly bewildered.
From above, the three walked side by side, transforming into three black streaks of light, rushing out of the Saint Laurent Bay Villa District at extreme speed.
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Meanwhile, at the Kaiser Group's mansion.
Adkins Kaiser was sitting on the rooftop open-air restaurant of the mansion, smoking a cigar and enjoying the cool breeze.
"Not sleeping so late, is there something special happening today?"
A middle-aged beautiful woman with flaxen curly hair, wearing pajamas, came to Adkins's side, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
"Yes, something very important."
Adkins took the cigar from his mouth, extinguished it in the ashtray on the table, then turned to his wife, smiling.
"If it's not handled well, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
"I'll keep you company."
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Adkins's wrinkled face, a pained expression on her face.
Although he was only in his forties, his face was so wrinkled that he looked like a sixty-year-old man.
"Beep beep..."
As soon as her words fell, Adkins's phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Adkins picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on the incoming message, which displayed a photo.
It was Fitzgerald, lying dead in a pool of blood with wide-open eyes. Adkins's lips curled up, and he turned off his phone.
"No need, the matter has been resolved."
Adkins got up, helped his wife towards the house, and said with a smile.
"Come on, let's go to bed, women shouldn't stay up late."
Adkins's wife looked at his suddenly cheerful demeanor, a helpless expression on her face.
"Really, don't always do things that make me worry."
"Yes, yes, my dear, you're right."
The two linked arms and pushed open the French window, entering the mansion. The bodyguard on duty at the open-air restaurant glanced left and right, then turned off the lights.