God of Mist

Chapter 73: Fake God 7

Amidst the stillness of the night, punctuated only by the hissing of the wind and the occasional distant song of night insects, a hitman lurked in the shadows cast by the ancient walls surrounding the Stromwind family's home. His sharp eyes, accustomed to the dark, patiently scanned the area, focusing on Lucas, who appeared relaxed, lying on his wife's thigh in a cozy, flower-adorned corner of the backyard.

The hitman scrutinized Lucas, as if verifying the rumors about him. At first glance, Lucas seemed to lack inner strength, eliciting a sardonic smirk from the observer.

"Weak, the Stromwind family's son-in-law is weak," he whispered softly to himself.

"Are all the recent rumors merely baseless?" the thought emerged in the hitman's mind as he remained concealed.

The idea of ending Lucas' life right there, at his most vulnerable, consumed him. Envy flared within the assassin's heart, coveting the peace and love Lucas seemed to share with his wife.

"Damn it! Why does a weakling like hi