The next moment, he dashed towards Nash.


    A murderous intent shed in Nash’s eyes and he slipped a small dagger from his sleeve.


    Janson was overwhelmed with anger and appeared in front of Nash in a blink of an eye.


    The Warden saw this and quickly said, “That’s enough, stop it…”


    The dagger in Nash’s hand was pressed against Janson’s throat.


    If he were to apply a bit of pressure, the dagger would pierce through Janson’s throat and kill him


    instantly.


    Cold sweat dripped down from Janson’s temples.


    There was also a bit of dampness in his pants.


    The man moved too fast. It was to the point where he did not even see how he moved.


    The Warden said, “Since it’s just a test, it’s fine to just hurt each other a little but don’t kill each other!”


    Ster whispered to exin, “The Grim Reaper already said that he doesn’t know how topete for


    fun and only knows how to kill…”


    The Warden chuckled. “Let them go. Just the Smiling Grim Reaper protecting me will be enough…”


    He had peace of mind now that he had seen the Smiling Grim Reaper’s strength.


    He also believed that he would be able to protect himself.


    Ster came up to Harold and grinned. “Mr. Watson, don’t worry. With the Smiling Grim Reaper


    protecting the Warden, you can take the two martial artists you brought back!”


    After all, the bodyguard he had spent 140 million dors on did not let him down.


    The important thing was that the Smiling Grim Reaper was also a cleric for the Warden.


    The one from Tili Mountain was truly incredible to have cultivated such a heaven-defying disciple.


    Harold was speechless and looked helplessly at George and Janson. “You two leave first…”


    The two of them were unwilling but there was nothing they could do.


    They could not me anyone for the fact that their skills were inadequate.


    At roughly eleven o’clock.


    Three Rolls-Royces drove towards the Lee household.


    Nash sat beside the Warden with his eyes closed while Ster sat in the passenger seat.


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    He noticed that Nash’s eyes were closed through the rearview mirror and could not help but ask, “Kid,


    how do you spot a killer like that?”


    Nash bluntly replied, “You don’t look for the real killer with eyes!”


    Ordinary killers would have been spotted by sight.


    However, killers on the Blood List have top-notch camouge skills and it was almost impossible to find


    them with the naked


    eye.


    The Wardenughed and said, “Ster, you don’t have to worry. You have to trust this hundred-million-


    dor killer.”


    Ster’s muscles slowly rxed and he leaned back onto the chair and let out a big sigh.


    The Warden was bored and did not have anything to do so he turned his head to Nash and asked, “I


    heard that you used to train on Tili Mountain?”


    ?


    Nash nodded gently but said nothing.


    The Warden continued to ask, “I also heard that the people you killed were all heinous sinners… Who


    ordered you to do it?”


    Nash did not even bother to nod, kept his eyes closed, and stayed quiet.


    He did not like being understood by others and more so disliked being questioned.


    When he wore the mask, he was a killer.


    A killer’s professional code is to not share any information about their employer.


    The Warden stopped asking questions when Nash did not respond.


    Ster peeked at the Warden through the rearview mirror and was puzzled when he realized that the


    Warden kept ncing at


    Nash.


    Usually, the Warden kept to himself and rarely took the initiative to talk to someone.


    Yet, today the Warden kept trying to talk to Nash like a chatterbox even though Nash was a


    professional killer.


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