Chapter 14. Target

“Master…” The man with pitch-black hair held his injured neck as he slightly bowed down to a man wearing a black mask and a cape. He was truly a mysterious man – hiding his annoyance behind his mask.

“This must be good news, Viego.” The cryptic man coldly said. His voice was eerie, low, and as cold as ice – so cold that it totally made the man named Viejo, who was sweating bullets and was trembling inside because of the news that he was about to spill.

The man standing shuddered in fear with his few words. He even couldn’t lift up his eyes. He swallowed hard as he gathered all his strength to speak.

“W-We already found her.” He fearfully stated. No matter how much he tried to hide his fear and uneasiness – he just couldn’t. How could he be? One wrong move, and he might lose his head in an instant. Because it there was someone that he knew who was undeniably ruthless and merciless – it was the man in front of him.

“And?” His master inquired as he leaned ag