A flash of cold steel swept through the air. John’s eyes bulged in shock as he stumbled backward and clutched his neck.

Blood gushed persistently from his throat.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

After a few unsteady steps, he collapsed lifelessly to the floor. His eyes were wide open in disbelief, even in death.

“He killed him!”

The Riley family members turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

Archie’s face twisted and turned into a sickly shade of purple.

Dustin did not even look at John’s corpse.

The moment John stepped into the Riley family villa with orders to kill him, his fate had been sealed.

“Hell Guards, remove him,” Dustin said flatly.

Three shadowy figures emerged as if conjured from the very air. Without a word, they efficiently dealt with John’s body.

This was the home of Shawna and her mother, and Dustin did not want to make them feel uneasy. Otherwise, he would not have bothered with the body.

Their practiced movements chilled everyone to the bone.