As the commissioner asked, Mr. Smith, still standing behind Ethan, began to speak. "They are a secret group called the Ninjas of Assassination Missions. They used to be ex-military personnel who were dismissed from service and, because they were already corrupt, decided to take up missions from nobles who were willing to pay large sums of money."Hearing this, the commissioner, who had been jotting down notes in his book, slowly looked up at Ethan and Mr. Smith simultaneously before he said, "If what Mr. Smith said is true, it means someone paid a large sum of money to have you taken out. Who do you think it might be? Could it be your ex-father-in-law? I heard your company demoted him from branch manager to a mere staff role.""Yes, the company relieved him of the burden of being a branch lead. Though he may bear grudges against me, I do not think he is capable of sending men after me," Ethan said."If you say so, Mr. Ethan Mark, But it is our duty to find out if he is capable or not,
Upon hearing what the man said, Isabella's eyes displayed shock. "But what did I do wrong? Her voice emerged softly from her lips, resembling that of an innocent woman who was wrongly apprehended and simply wanted to go home as if nothing ever happened."You don't know? Alright, I'll tell you," the man said as he extracted a bullet from his pocket and loaded it into the pistol chamber handed to him."You came here after a message had been passed in the secret group, indicating that no one should come here. This suggests that you are not part of the secret group, and if you're not in the secret group, it's not safe to do business with you," the man explained; however, that was not all he said as he proceeded further."Not only did you come at the wrong time, but you also stood at the door, clearly talking to someone on your phone. Tell me, are you working with the police?" The man asked, finally loading all the bullets from his pocket into his pistol and manually rotating the chamber l
Upon hearing what Mr. Smith said, the commissioner jotted it down in his book once again and slowly looked up, saying, "If the Ninjas of assassination missions spit out blood right after they are captured, it means one thing: they are ready to protect their organization's secrets at any cost, even choosing death over surrender.""You are right, commissioner. I witnessed one of them wielding the deadly Japanese sword from the Samurai Temple. This is enough evidence that, in addition to their military training, they received additional training from the Samurai Temple. With this training, they can conceal information instead of surrendering. They have been indoctrinated differently, and for them, dying as a Ninja is preferable," Mr. Smith said.Being interested in what Mr. Smith had said, the commissioner looked up at him and asked, "The deadly sword of the Japanese? The Samurai Temple?""Yes, commissioner. The deadly Japanese sword is a blade that can only be earned from the Samurai Te
The click of the trigger made the gun sound like a hollow promise, indicating that the man had indeed shot from another empty space in the chamber."You are a really lucky woman, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood. Let's see if you are going to get lucky the third time. Be warned that this pistol now has one empty space and three loaded chambers. I am going to pull out the chamber right now and spin it so fast before I shoot the next one. Best of luck on being lucky once more."And just like the man said, he did, which made Isabella's fear grow taller, and she screamed out in confessional words."Yes, I spoke on the phone by the dusty door, but please do not pull the trigger. I am ready to tell the truth and nothing else but the truth.” Her teary voice became louder, like a wailing siren, as the man fashioned a silly face out of his frowning face immediately."Oh! Darling, did you just confess to speaking with someone on the phone? Let's see what happens if you have lied again perhaps and I had a
As both the commissioner and Ethan stepped out of the mansion, with Mr. Smith right behind Ethan, and into the compound, the commissioner turned to face Ethan again."I will be going now," he said. With a smile and a nod, Ethan responded without words.As soon as the commissioner left, Ethan began to hear noises from outside. He immediately turned his head toward Mr. Smith, who remained behind him. Mr. Smith understood Ethan's unspoken question, and, with the earpiece nestled in his ear, he said, "Guard 3, what is the commotion at the gate?""Mr. Smith, the press is here, and they are all requesting a session with Master Mark," Guard 3 replied.Hearing what Guard 3 said, Mr. Smith leaned forward and whispered a response to Ethan.At that moment, Ethan sighed deeply and nodded once more. Mr. Smith understood and relayed a message to Guard 3, "Alright, we are coming. Tell them to stop making a scene."When Ethan arrived at the gate with Mr. Smith behind him, all the guards at the gate i
When the man handed Isabella her phone, he ordered, "Speak!” At this moment, Isabella spoke out, her voice quivering with panic."Hey Alexa!""Hello, Isabella. What can I do for you today?” Alexa responded immediately.As Isabella heard Alexa’s voice, a level of solace fell upon her, and her fright was immediately gone. The man looked surprised by what he had just witnessed. Due to the nature of his business, he had never used a fancy phone before, only Java phones. Now, witnessing that Isabella was talking to her phone and that the phone responded back, he was enthusiastic to find out more.Seeing how interested he was, as it was boldly written on his face like an open book, Isabella continued talking."We had a conversation at the dusty door earlier. What was it all about?""That’s correct, Isabella. We had a conversation earlier. It was about the report of your mother's interview with the journalist. You asked me to find information about what the journalist asked her during the in
Hearing the silly question from the reporter, Ethan ignored it and instead pointed to another reporter, indicating that she should ask her question.The female reporter wore a tailored navy blue pantsuit that accentuated her professionalism and confidence. Her white blouse was neatly buttoned, and a silver pendant necklace added a touch of elegance to her outfit. She completed her attire with classic black pumps and held a leather notebook and pen in her hand, prepared to take notes on everything Ethan said.With a serious and determined expression, the female reporter asked, "Mr. Mark, there have been speculations circulating about whether your ex-wife might be involved in this incident. Can you provide any insights into this matter or clarify any misconceptions?"Ethan Mark, choosing his words carefully, responded, "I understand there might be questions surrounding this incident, but it's essential to remember that pointing fingers at anyone without concrete evidence can be harmful
"No! I think I will pass on this one. Its mouth is too big, with many holes," Isabella insisted. Hence, the man dropped the weapon just as Isabella wanted and turned to the other side of the room, picked up another pistol and he said,“This is a revolver, it is immediately identifiable as the wheelgun. Invented in the 19th century, it was designed by Multi-Load. The cylindrical chambers you see in the middle of this beauty hold anywhere from five to eight rounds. The cylinder rotates every time the trigger is pressed. A complete badass, if you ask me. And with this firearm, you are unstoppable. If Ethan Mark takes a hit from this, his bones will be broken into too many pieces, and his corpse will not be identified by the forensic experts. Take it!""Nah! I'd pass. I don't want a gun from the 19th century," Isabella insisted."What a pity. You just missed a badass weapon, but anyway, luckily you have me, and there is no other dealer with great guns like me."The man picked another pist