Chapter 50
George fell into silence. Hundreds of Quiet word cultists had already surrounded his villa, and the three-grade flying knife relics could no longer be useful.
The cigarette fell to the ground, George stomped it out with his foot, and expressionlessly picked up the black umbrella next to him on the sofa. In fact, it wasn’t only an umbrella but also a weapon he had trusted for years. A superior family member’s skull was used as the raw material for the umbrella frame.
He stared at his former friend.
“Is that so? But you are very wrong because I’m not the same person as you.”
Hundreds of gray-robed men had surrounded the villa, each one expressionless and silent.
Next instant, the lone villa in the darkness suddenly burst into flames.
George, holding the second blade in his right hand and the black umbrella in his left, jumped out of the second-floor window with wounds all over his body.
The fire burned beside him, George didn’t look back, but he started complaining as soon as he landed.
“I was assigned this house, I can’t afford to buy it myself.”