Ster was taken aback when she saw the soft and delicate interior of the room.


    He immediately whipped his head around to face Nash.


    At that moment, Nash had already changed into a ck outfit.


    He was wearing a white mask with a weird smiling face on it.


    A terrifying chill ran up Ster’s back.


    Ster had fought in the war before and had experienced too many life-and-death situations to count.


    Yet, subject to his bloodlust, he could not help but shiver.


    The Smiling Grim Reaper!


    He truly lived up to his reputation!


    “Let’s go…”


    Nash pulled up his hood and appeared in front of Ster in a blink of an eye.


    Ster was startled again and led Nash to the outside of the estate.


    The ck Cullinan was parked by the side of the road.


    When the two of them got into the car, the driver stepped on the elerator and they left in a sh.


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    Ster warned, “The Blood Fiends sent out eight people, they’ll be amongst the birthday banquet. You


    must protect the Warden!”


    Nash replied coldly, “This isn’t my first time protecting someone. You don’t need to tell me what to do!”


    There was a voice changer in his mask so Nash’s voice seemed deeper.


    This deep voice carried a strong sense of fear and mystery.


    Ster lightly said, “Kid, you’re the first one who dares to speak to me that way…”


    Nash nced at Ster over his shoulder.


    Ster immediately shut up.


    In the past few days, he found out Nash’s identity as the White Grim Reaper.


    First on the Dark Web Killer List.


    Ninth on the Blood List.


    Seventy-two missions.


    Failed none.


    All the people he killed were murderers on the red list.


    Ster felt like he was facing the Warden when facing this honorable Grim Reaper.


    One hourter.


    At the Jonford Private Estate.


    Outside the estate, there was a guard three steps apart from each other and a sentry every five steps


    apart.


    Arge number of armed special armored vehicles patrolled back and forth.


    Drones were hovering in the sky and snipers were lurking in the dark.


    The whole estate was so guarded to the point that not even a mosquito could get in.


    At the estate’s entrance.


    The Head of the Martial Arts Association – Zakariah, the Chief of the Jonford Inspection Office, and


    Grant Zell from the wealthy family of Jonford were gathered together.


    “Is the Smiling Grim Reaper really that terrifying?”


    An expression of disbelief appeared on Grant’s face when he heard Zakariah’s introduction.


    The Chief of the Inspection Office – Henderson Zink also took a deep breath.


    Zakariah smiled wryly and said, “His strength is roughly simr to a level nine grandmaster and there’s


    not a single grandmaster like that in Jonford!”


    Henderson gulped. “How strong is a level nine grandmaster?”


    Zakariah stroked his beard. “Bnced, invulnerable, and could take down an enemy general amongst


    a thousand troops.”


    As soon as he heard that, Henderson took another deep breath.


    Zakariah was the Head of the Martial Arts Association. He was honest and disliked bragging about


    others.


    The way he described the Smiling Grim Reaper showed that he truly had such strength.


    While the three of them were talking, a Cullinan slowly approached the estate’s gate.


    Ster got out of the car whilst wearing a mask.


    The three of them looked at the weird smiling mask and could not help but shudder.


    It was important to remember that they were all powerful figures in Jonford.


    Ster lightly said, “Let’s go inside first…”