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By the roadside, amidst lush green fields, a car traveled smoothly with one woman and three men inside. The vehicle didn't shake—it was steady and stable.
The atmosphere was tense. Sitting in the front passenger seat, Mike watched the three passengers in the back with keen interest, each lost in their own thoughts.
Ultimately, Wesley's youth showed. After several moments of silence, he broke the uneasy stillness.
Without hesitation, he raised his gun and aimed it at Cross, who sat beside him in the back seat.
Cross, well-prepared, immediately grabbed Wesley's wrist and tilted his head slightly.
*Bang!*
A gunshot rang out, shattering the car window.
Just then, Fox also raised her gun, preparing to shoot Cross, when her body suddenly collapsed toward Mike.
*Thud!*
A bullet hole appeared in the back of her seat. Cross's gun was subtly pointed at Fox.
In the next instant, Wesley redirected his gun toward Mike.
Fox's expression darkened as she aimed her weapon at Wesley, while Cross forcefully raised Wesley's hand.
*Bang!*
A bullet fired upward, leaving a hole in the car roof.
The next second, before Wesley could react, Cross pressed his gun under Wesley's chin.
Wesley's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Fox and Cross, his mind in chaos.
What's going on?
Why is everyone targeting me?
Perhaps noticing Wesley's confusion, Cross calmly explained, "Mr. Kent is my mentor from the League."
Fox glanced coldly at Cross and said, "I have great respect for Mike."
Wesley froze, then suddenly turned to glare at Cross. "You killed my father!"
"I only—"
"Shut up!"
Fox shifted her aim to Cross, her eyes icy cold.
If it weren't for Mike, bullets would have been flying in this cramped space.
*Ahem.*
Mike cleared his throat and said, "Do me a favor—let's all talk this through peacefully."
As he spoke, he activated his ability, and just before it vanished, he compelled the three of them to hand over their guns to him.
The three stared at Mike, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Earlier, when Mike had controlled them, it was as if their minds had paused—they didn't even realize what had happened. But this time, he had forced their bodies to act against their will, all while they remained conscious of their actions.
The sensation of knowing exactly what you're doing yet being unable to stop yourself—it was unbearable, even terrifying.
Mike said, "Alright, now that you've calmed down, let's have a proper conversation."
Looking at the guns in Mike's hands, the three fell silent again.
"You first."
Mike looked at Wesley, who was visibly frightened and tense.
Nervously, Wesley stammered, "My name's Wesley. I used to be a sales manager. Now I'm an assassin. Not long ago, I quit after my boss humiliated me, dumped my cheating girlfriend, and beat up my cheating friend…"
Cross and Fox exchanged subtle glances, eyeing Wesley's hand discreetly.
Mike couldn't help but comment, "Good job!"
Then, smiling, Mike swiftly raised his hand. Before anyone could react, a gunshot rang out, the bullet grazing Wesley's hair and shattering the rear windshield.
Cross and Fox sighed.
Wesley's little trick hadn't fooled even them—how could he possibly deceive Mike?
Mike smiled and said, "Wesley, did you really think a cheap distraction like talking would fool anyone?"
He tapped Wesley with the gun in his hand.
Gritting his teeth, Wesley pulled out another gun.
Mike took it and said, "Continue."
Dropping all pretense, Wesley said directly, "I'm hunting Cross—he's my father's killer."
Mike turned to Cross. "Your turn."
Cross took a deep breath and said to Wesley, "I'm your father."
Wesley exploded, "I'm your father!"
Cross: "…"
He looked at Wesley with a mix of helplessness and tenderness in his eyes, even a touch of affection.
Sensing something off, Wesley stiffly turned his head toward Fox, whose expression remained unreadable.
His emotions rapidly shifted—confusion, shock, and then uncontrollable rage.
His expression twisted with each passing second.
"He's telling the truth?"
Fox didn't answer. Instead, she turned to Cross and asked, "Why did you betray the League?"
Wesley roared furiously, "Answer me!"
Fox glanced coldly at Wesley and said, "Yes."
Wesley froze. Clutching his hair, he buried his head in his arms.
Cross looked at his son with pain in his eyes and said to Fox, "What if I told you I never betrayed the Assassin League?"
Fox frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I only betrayed Sloan."
Fox seemed to realize something, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Cross said calmly, "It was Sloan who betrayed the Assassin League—he's the one who defied Fate."
"He's been fabricating targets to serve his own interests. He is the one that 'Fate' wants dead."
"When I discovered his own Fate-issued bounty notice, he tried to kill me to silence me."
Fox lowered her eyes and murmured, "Why should I believe a word you're saying?"
"That's up to you," Cross replied coldly, then his tone turned frosty. "But you should never have used Wesley."
Fox responded, "He was the only one with a real chance of killing you."
Wesley looked up sharply at the two of them and roared, "Bullshit! You're all full of shit!"
He had believed himself to be the chosen assassin, avenging his father and transforming his life. And now… he was just a pawn?
Fox pressed her lips together and said softly, "I'm sorry."
Wesley took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said, "I want to see Sloan."
Whether to verify the truth or to get revenge, he had to meet Sloan.
"Now that's the right way to solve this," Mike said with a smile at the three of them. "See? Talking things out has its benefits."
Cross nodded at Mike and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kent."
If not for Mike, he'd still be locked in a fight with Wesley.
Fox looked curiously at Mike and cautiously asked, "So… are you here because of Cross? Or because of me?"
"A bit of both."
Mike shrugged.
A faint smile appeared on Fox's lips.
Seeing this, Wesley let out a disgruntled snort.
Suddenly, Mike turned to Wesley, smiled warmly, and asked kindly, "Kid, how does that green hat look on you?"
Wesley's face burned with humiliation and fury.
Cross coughed lightly. Noticing Mike's meaningful gaze, a chill ran through him.
"You've been living across the street from Wesley all this time—did it look good to you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wesley stared at Cross in disbelief. His face turned beet red with rage… then went ghostly pale.
Cross stared at Mike, stunned.
How did he know? Was it because of that ability he used earlier?
As that thought crossed his mind, he met Wesley's stare. This elite assassin broke into a cold sweat. "I wanted you to live a normal life," Cross said. "But I'm part of the Assassin League, so I could only watch over you from afar, in secret."
It was a father's helplessness.
But in that moment, only one thought consumed Wesley's mind.
"You… saw everything?"
Recalling the things he had done with his girlfriend at home, Wesley felt like his face was about to melt off.
Cross remained silent.
Wesley trembled.
Fox glanced at the father and son, who now sat like frozen statues in the backseat, and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Watching Mike's shoulders subtly shake with silent laughter, she asked curiously, "Why?"
"Because they annoyed me."
They had dared to point guns at him!
He absolutely hated it when people pointed guns at him.
(End of Chapter)