Felix frowned.


    When the man first appeared, he had sensed a murderous intent aimed at him, but it quickly disappeared and shifted toward the old man. Yet now, he just heard that the man was here to kill him.


    "You''re here to kill me?" the old man asked, astonished.


    Killian gave a bitter smile. He could move his legs and his facial muscles slowly. To be frank, Felix''s strength had amazed him. With just half a coffee cup, Felix had rendered him immobile with almost no visible injuries on his body. "That''s right. But we underestimated you."


    The old man, finally understanding the situation, took a step back in shock but said nothing.


    "Interesting. You must be a professional assassin, right? Seems like your organization is on the brink of destruction," Felix said.


    He was no stranger to assassin organizations. Back in Eden Vige, assassins had managed to locate him. The nine female apprentices became furious.


    On that same day, three of the apprentices left the vige, and by the next day, the assassin organization had been wiped out entirely.


    Now, it seemed he was dealing with another assassin organization, most likely sent by


    Perry.


    Killian sighed. "You are indeed formidable, but you still don''t understand how terrifying Inferno n is. The contract said that they want you dead. Even if you kill me, can you handle other stronger assassins they are sending next?" What? They wanted him dead?


    The old man gasped, taking another step back. From the way the assassin spoke, it was clear the old man had once been involved with Inferno n.


    "If I''m the target, then I look forward to facing your stronger assassins," Felix said.


    Just as he was going to end Killian''s life, the old man suddenly interrupted, "Stop!"


    Felix nced over at him, and the old man swallowed nervously before sp king, "If you can make him tell the truth about whether Inferno n knows I''m still alive and if they have any ns against me, I''ll give you the Shimmeroot."


    The old man realized that Felix was no ordinary person. After all, Killian was a five-star assassin from Inferno n, yet he had been subdued so easily. There was a real possibility


    that Felix could help him get the information he needed.


    "Deal," Felix said.


    However, Killian turned to look at the old man, his eyes shing with mixed emotions.


    "Leo, you don''t need him. I can tell you myself. Why owe a favor to a dying man? Inferno n truly believes you''re dead. I should have agreed to go with you back then. Although I will live in hiding, at least I would have had some freedom. But s, there''s no medicine for regret."


    Leo clenched his teeth and shouted, "I don''t believe you! Not a single assassin from Inferno n can be trusted. None of you!"


    He turned to Felix "Can you really make him talk?"


    "Of course!"


    Without further dy, Felix took out the silver needles and stuck them right into Killian''s scalp.


    "You can ask him now. First, you can ask him whether I''m lying."


    Leo was stunned. Was it that easy? Could these needles really make a professional assassin tell the truth?


    With little hope, he asked several questions. To his surprise, all the answers seemed to be


    true.


    "Killian, tell me. Does the n believe I''m dead? Have they stopped the investigation?" Killian''s expression remained nk as he mechanically responded, "You are already dead. Inferno n is no longer investigating the matter."