Immortal King

Chapter 53

“Bang!“ A faint gunshot echoed outside the villa. Seconds later, Simon rushed inside and quietly reported, "Mr. Steele, a few assassins are here. Drake has injured one of the snipers and is pursuing him. Two others remain; please be careful."

Jack nodded and said, "You take care of Ms. Trump and my sister. I'll go out and take a look."

Although Simon was skilled, he lacked combat experience. He could handle ordinary thugs and bodyguards, but assassins were a different matter, and Jack knew Simon might struggle.

Outside the villa, Jack's cold gaze fixed on two figures emerging slowly from the darkness. Both men were tall, dressed in specially designed combat suits that allowed them to move silently, blending almost seamlessly into the night.

"Are you Jack Steele?" one of the assassins asked, his tone icy.

"Yes," Jack replied calmly. From his beast-like instincts, he sensed that these two assassins were not particularly strong; their presence was weak.

"Good!" The assassin sneered. "It seems you've already accepted your fate." With that, both assassins pulled out combat knives. "Die!" One of them roared, lunging at Jack with incredible speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

But to Jack, this speed was akin to that of a snail.

"Your bounty is mine!" The assassin's knife slashed towards Jack's throat, a cold smile forming on his lips. But the next second, that smile froze, and he stood stunned. Jack, whom he had just targeted, vanished, leaving only a fading afterimage.

“Crack!” The sound of bones breaking sent a chill down the assassin's spine. He whipped around to find that Jack had somehow moved behind his partner and effortlessly snapped his neck.

"Keep going?" Jack asked with a cold smile.

The remaining assassin broke into a cold sweat, immediately dropping his weapon and begging for mercy. "Sir, sir, I was wrong! Please, spare my life!"

"Who sent you?" Jack asked indifferently.

"It was the eldest young master of the Shaw family, Carry!" The assassin betrayed his employer without hesitation.

"Good. Now, bring Carry here, and I might consider sparing you," Jack said casually.

"Alright, I'll call him right away!" The assassin quickly agreed, too terrified to do anything but comply.

Jack could tell from the assassin's expressions that he was telling the truth. These were low-tier killers, easily frightened into betraying their employer. 'Ha! Pathetic assassins with no professionalism!'

Jack followed the assassin, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Originally, if Carry had merely used business tactics or gang influence against him, Jack might have entertained the idea of slowly playing along.

After all, he had vowed that everyone in the Shaw family wouldn't die easily.

But hiring assassins changed everything. Jack and Drake could handle assassins, and Simon could protect himself, but Emily and Cindy, the two most important people in Jack's life, could not be put in danger.

If there was a threat, it had to be eliminated preemptively.

After a while, Carry received a call from his subordinate. "What? It's already done?" He was surprised that the assassins had completed their task so quickly. The thought of finally being rid of Jack, who had humiliated him multiple times, filled him with satisfaction.

"Tell them to bring Jack's head over. Once I've confirmed, I'll transfer the remaining balance," Carry ordered.

"Young Master, they want you to go to the eastern outskirts," the subordinate said hesitantly.

"Why the eastern outskirts?" Carry felt a twinge of unease.

"They said it's inconvenient for them to be seen in the city. To avoid trouble, all transactions must be handled by the employer personally," the subordinate patiently explained.

"Alright, I'll head over now." Carry frowned but couldn't resist the temptation of finally seeing Jack's head. Excitement drove him toward the eastern outskirts.

Upon arrival, Carry saw a figure standing with their back to him. "Hey, are you the assassin I hired? I'm Carry, here to verify the job!" he shouted at the figure.

"We meet again, Young Master Shaw!" Suddenly, the figure spun around, and Carry screamed in terror, his face draining of color.

"J... Jack! You're supposed to be dead! How...?" Carry stammered, pointing at Jack in horror. "No way!"

As if on cue, a foreign man dressed as an assassin emerged, trembling. "Sir, I've brought him here as you asked. Can you spare me now?" he pleaded with Jack.

Jack nodded.

The assassin turned to flee, but before he could take a step, Jack kicked a stone.

“Bang!” The stone shot out with the power of a bullet, piercing the assassin's heart. The man fell, his eyes wide with terror.

"J... Jack, what do you want? You won't really kill me, will you?" Carry was now drenched in sweat, the smell of urine filling the air as fear overwhelmed him. Jack remained silent, slowly approaching.

"No! You can't kill me! If you do, the Shaw family won't spare you!" Carry screamed hysterically. "You must want to kill me and frame it on that assassin, making it look like we died together! But you won't fool the Shaw family! When they find out, they'll hunt down everyone you care about—your friends, your family!"

"I think you've misunderstood something. I have no interest in such boring tricks," Jack said, stopping in front of Carry. He took out his phone and tossed it to Carry. "Call your father."

"What?" Carry was stunned, then overjoyed. "I can call my father? You really have some nerve!"

Jack said nothing, his cold eyes fixed on Carry.

Gritting his teeth, Carry quickly dialed his father's number. "Hello? Who is this?" A deep, steady voice answered.

"Dad, it's me, Carry! I'm at the eastern outskirts of Wyndcrest. Someone's trying to kill me!" Carry cried out, his voice choked with tears.

"What?! Carry, you...?" The voice on the other end grew anxious, but before he could finish, Jack grabbed the phone and spoke into it. "This is Jack Steele."

Carry's father, Sean Shaw, demanded, "Who is Jack Steele? What do you want? I warn you—" But Jack cut him off, "Shut up and listen! Your son Carry—I'm the one who killed him!"

As those words left his mouth, Jack delivered a swift kick to Carry's chest.

“Puff!” Carry spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed, lifeless.