Chapter 504 - 325 The Only Choice
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Scarface couldn’t help but laugh as he noticed that the castle’s entire staff section was completely vacant.
Normally, when new residents enter such homes, multiple servants would be busy doing their best to accommodate the guests. Yet, not a single servant was visible. It was clear that the group decided against accepting any staff and simply had food delivered three times a day.
Thinking of this, the Scar-faced Killer couldn’t stop smiling. As he slowly entered the house, his face wore an unsettling grin. The small cat followed behind him.
Scarface moved as silently as a mouse while walking around the residence. His eyes quickly located the weakest individual. He realized that there was only one sound that could expose him, so an ambush was his only option.
At the same time, he knew he had to be cautious. While he was strong—exceptionally strong, even compared to others of his rank—he also understood that if he had to fight two King Ranking experts, the battle would push him to his limits. Even with the assistance of his small cat.
Everyone who had heard of Scarface believed him to be a King-level expert. He had previously killed King-level experts and was highly regarded by the Dragon Army, but this wasn’t the truth. In reality, Scarface was merely a ranking expert from Duke University—a specialist who could fight with people at his level, or even slightly above, using clever strategies, ambushes, and decisive strikes. He had managed to eliminate King-level experts before, but few were aware of the details.
He knew that encountering a King-level expert unprepared would mean his own demise. Despite this, he continued to advance through the house, eventually making his way toward the corridor where people were training.
Sensing everyone in the area, Scarface positioned himself in the shadows of the corridor. The cat rested silently on his shoulder, and the two of them merged seamlessly with the darkness, completely undetectable.
Waiting like this, moments turned into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours. He had now spent an hour waiting.
Most people would have grown weary long before this, but Scarface was accustomed to waiting. As the minutes dragged on, the grin on his face grew wider and wider. The longer he waited, the more excited and thrilled he became. Finally, one of the doors opened, and a young man stepped out.
At first, Scarface’s face was filled with extreme happiness and expectation. However, when he noticed who the person was, his expression turned grim.