Chapter 140. Suicide?
The next instant, his hand smashed through the wall—wood splintered, bricks cracked, and a startled gasp was cut short. The assassin’s hand wrapped around the Baron’s neck like a vice, yanking him clean through the shattered wall.
The impact was brutal. Bones cracked—ribs, shoulder, probably part of the spine. The Baron’s body hit the stone ground like a discarded sack of meat. Blood spurted from a gash along his side of his gut.
The assassin loomed over him.
A tall figure, dressed in shadowy armor, his presence suffocating. Black eyes burned with malice, a twisted hunger hidden beneath their cold surface. He tilted his head slightly, voice lilting with a mockery that crawled under the Baron’s skin.
"Now~ now~ Baron," the assassin whispered, almost playfully. "What do we have here? A very happy little family..."
He looked past the man, through the gaping hole in the wall, where the Baron’s wife and two children stood frozen in horror.
A slow, deliberate smile crept onto the assassin’s face.
"What do you think I should do to them?" he murmured. "Hmmmm... maybe a little slash across their necks. Quick. Clean. They won’t even feel a thing."
The Baron’s eyes widened. His entire body was wracked with pain—his ribs screamed, and blood was gushing out of his side like a waterfall. But none of that mattered.
His family.
His wife, still clutching their daughter. His son, too young to even comprehend what was happening.