Chapter 116:

The assassin's voice was laced with a mixture of trepidation and anxiety as he pleaded.

Max Xanderson’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

He pulled the knife out and drove it into the assassin’s thigh, the blade sinking deep into muscle.

“Lies,” Max Xanderson immediately hissed.

“You know something. Who hired you? Tell me now, and I might let you live.”

His face was etched with anger and venom.

His voice was cold and void of any mercy.

The assassin’s resolve crumbled completely.

He looked up at Max Xanderson, his eyes wide with terror.

“It was a man… an older man. He… he had a scar across his face."

"He never gave me his name, just money and instructions. I swear, that’s all I know!”

The assassin's voice was laced with anguish and anxiety as he screamed in excruciating pain from the blade now in his thigh.

Max Xanderson stared into the assassin’s eyes, searching for any hint of deception.

Satisfied that the man was telling the truth—or at least, all he knew—Max slowly withdr

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