Chapter 447: Chapter 447: How Could It Be Him?


    The figure of White Mitchell slowly emerged in the courtyard.


    However, unlike his usual self, he was wearing a set of white military uniform at the moment, standing tall and exuding an aura of authority that radiated from within.


    Greedy Wolf and John, hiding in the dark, took a stealthy nce. Only one nce and their gazes froze instantaneously.


    How could it be him!?


    Both Greedy Wolf and John were astonished, thinking they might be mistaken.


    However, the person before their eyes was clearly the one their boss, Yama, had ordered them to assassinate.


    But why was he wearing the uniform of the White War Department?


    Could he be from the White War Department?


    However, the information clearly stated that he was just an unknown nobody from Sayon!


    An insignificant pawn, and a warrior of the White War Department.


    These two seemingly unrted identities, at this moment, merged within White Mitchell.<div>


    This left both Greedy Wolf and John bewildered!


    Thud, thud, thud!!!


    John tapped the wall beside her, creating a rhythm of sounds.


    She was using the Deathz organization’s secret code tomunicate with Greedy Wolf, with the message: Greedy Wolf, what should we do now, retreat or fight?


    John’s strength was inferior to Greedy Wolf’s, which meant that in joint operations, they would primarily follow Greedy Wolf’s suggestions.


    At this point, with White Mitchell’s identity being a mystery, John herself was unsure whether to fight or retreat.


    If it were a normal situation, she certainly wouldn’t think twice of retreating, choosing to leave immediately.


    After all, stirring up trouble with the White War Department wasn’t worth it, there was no point engaging them in a life-or-death struggle.


    If it hadn’t been for Steel Turner’s relentless pursuit, they would not have decided to kill himst time.


    But the current situation was different, the White War Department had sealed off the entire Capital City, and their elite forces were all gathered there. Confronting the White War Department at this critical juncture wasn’t a wise choice.


    Probably, the slightestmotion here would attract thousands of White War Department’s warriors.


    When that happens, unless they could sprout wings and fly away, they would undoubtedly perish beneath the onught of these white-d warriors.


    Just as John was brooding over this, Greedy Wolf, not far from her, knocked the floor in response, “Let’s test his strength first. If we can kill him, that’ll be best, but if we can’t, we should retreat first and report the situation to Yama, requesting to cancel this mission.”


    Greedy Wolf was being extremely cautious, he was well aware of John’s concerns, that’s why he made this decision.


    Receiving the response, John knocked the wall in reply, “We attack together in three seconds!”


    Thump!


    Thump!


    Thump!!!


    Apanied by the muffled sounds, two figures, ghostlike, emerged rapidly from the darkness, cold light glittering in their hands.<div>


    For assassins, the mostmonly used weapon is not a gun, but easily conceble weapons like daggers.


    After all, in the Dragon Realm, holding a gun openly is too conspicuous.


    But daggers were different, they could be hidden at any time, and they were also easier to recreate if need be.


    Therefore, the majority of members of the Deathz organization used daggers, which were smeared with lethal poison that could kill with a single cut.<div>


    Once struck, the target would unquestionably die!


    At this moment, two of the top assassins in the Deathz organization, Greedy Wolf and John, approached White Mitchell, who was standing at the center of the courtyard, with killing intent.


    Rumble, rumble!


    Cold energy surged from their bodies, erupting into an intense aura. In an instant, the entire courtyard’s temperature dropped as if it hit freezing point.


    The night was deep, and the bright moon hung high, but within the courtyard, the atmosphere was eerie and terrifying. It was as if the gates of hell had opened, unleashing countless evil spirits into the mortal world.


    Among these wraiths, Greedy Wolf and John were the most ruthless, brutal, and deadly.


    They, one on the left and the other on the right, have blocked all the escape routes of White Mitchell.


    No matter which side White Mitchell chose to handle, he’d have to deal with the offensive from the remaining person.


    In a contest between top-notch experts, such a situation was without a doubt deadly.


    The slightest misstep could lead to White Mitchell’s death.


    But even facing such a seemingly desperate situation, White Mitchell’s face didn’t betray any waves of emotions, it was a picture of calm as always.


    He stood quietly in ce, like a venerable monk in meditation, radiating a dazzling aura of sanctity that crushed down all vile demons and ghouls who dared to defile the true Buddha.


    Just then, the killing moves of Greedy Wolf and John materialized in front of White Mitchell.<div>


    The two cold gleaming daggers suddenly appeared, less than a finger’s length away from White Mitchell’s body.


    The next moment, White Mitchell finally moved.


    However, neither Greedy Wolf nor John could capture White Mitchell’s movement.


    By the time they realized that White Mitchell had moved, all that remained in front of them was his afterimage.


    Hiss!


    Upon witnessing this, both Greedy Wolf and John involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air; they felt a creeping sensation, a chill that went straight to their hearts.


    “Not good! Retreat separately!” Greedy Wolf immediately decreed, making the decision almost subconsciously, without any hesitation.


    On hearing this, John didn’t hesitate at all.


    The situation in front of them was a clear indication that they were no match for White Mitchell.


    What kind of ordinary person could easily evade their assassinations in such a situation?


    Moreover, the opponent was wearing the uniform of the White War Department, which was enough to prove that he was from the White War Department and could possibly be one of the Four Great War Gods!


    In less than a breath’s time, Greedy Wolf and John went from being confident to terrified.


    Right now, they had only one thought, and that was to escape!<div>


    They wanted to escape as fast and as far as possible!


    Both were aware that whoever fell into White Mitchell’s hands would undoubtedly meet one end – death!


    Within a blink of an eye, the two bolted in two different directions, their pace reaching its peak, like arrows shot from the bow, swiftly moving away.


    As they fled, they couldn’t shake off a sense of impending danger from their hearts, as if the reaper’s scythe was hanging over their heads, leaving no room for negligence.


    However, what they didn’t understand was why their sense of danger wasn’t diminishing, instead, it was intensifying, pressing onto their hearts, causing their breath to grow chaotic.