Chapter 602. Was This Your Doing?

Zeke caught the blade just in time. Pain ripped through his palm as the steel sliced into his skin, blood pouring down his fingers.

The two men strained against each other in a deadlock. At the critical moment, Zeke suddenly barked, “Chief, why are you here?”

The assassin instinctively turned his head. It was only a two-second distraction, but that was all Zeke needed. He wrenched the man’s wrist sharply and drove the dagger deep into his chest.

The blade slid in with a sickening sound, blood spurting hot and fast.

Zeke kicked him backward, but the killer yanked the knife free and tried to lunge again. Zeke slipped behind him, locked an arm around his neck, and with one brutal twist, snapped it.

The body crumpled lifelessly, blood still streaming from his chest wound.

Breath ragged, Zeke collapsed into a chair. His palm throbbed, dripping crimson, trembling with pain. His gaze stayed fixed on the corpse, grim and heavy.

Shadow Moon Pavilion.