At the same time, the Londero family villa in Fort Cyprus, which is the villa of Baron McEl Londero in Cyprus.

This villa, which used to be bustling with visitors and full of visitors, is unusually quiet at this time. This is not a good thing for the de facto supreme power in a region.

At this time, Rundello was in his living room, meeting a guest he hadn't seen for a long time. There was also a beautiful lady beside him who was leaning into his arms, quietly watching the guest across from them, if ignoring her trembling knees.

Opposite them, there was a handsome man about one meter eight standing at this time.

His short black hair was combed back into a big back, and his dark eyes were full of fatal attraction as if they were about to suck everything around him into them.

A pair of blue crystal earrings worn on his ears made him look full of strange charm.

He wore a black coat with a fur collar, and white and soft animal hair covered his neck and wrists. Nothing was worn in the open black coat, and the owner of the coat had no scruples about revealing his solid and angular body, a figure that all women craved and all men would envy.

Baron Rondelo, who was very chubby, forced his composure to look at the visitor who had suddenly arrived, and said with a forced smile: "Long time no see, Your Excellency Culloor. I don't know if there is anything wrong with you coming to me today?" The sweat that kept flowing down his face made his face, which had become greasy because of obesity, even more greasy at this time.

And leaning on his gorgeous woman. At this time, he was also trembling. The malicious and profound killing intent of the person who came made the two of them completely in fear, and their bodies that lacked exercise could not even make any effective movements at this time.

Culloll did not respond to Rondelo's courtesy, and there was nothing to be polite between the two of them. Kurol put his hands in the pockets of his black coat, stared at Longdero's eyes full of fear, and said faintly: "Your Excellency, thanks to your care in the past few years, your unparalleled power and network of connections have suppressed me to the point that I am almost out of breath. ”

"Where, where......" said the baron, smiling at Kurol, despite the sweat on his face.

A long silence ensued. Kurol's dark eyes stared at the two of them. But there is not the slightest emotional fluctuation in it. Not even the killing intent emanated from it.

But it was such a pair of emotionless eyes that made Baron Runderow, who usually looked like he was in control of everything, feel fear and despair from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Kurol continued: "When I was a member of the 'masquerade'. I have always obeyed the commands of the church. Cannot reveal identity. So I have been silently enduring the contempt and insults you have inflicted on me. I can't do anything until my identity is revealed. ”

With Kurol's words, and that magnetic and attractive voice. For some reason, Rondello suddenly calmed down. I don't know if it's because any resistance is meaningless now, or because of some other reason, in short, he finally let go of the fear in his heart.

Randerlo, who had regained his usual appearance, asked with a smile, "Is it you who wiped out the Russell Brotherhood a few days ago?" ”

In fact, he already knew the answer to this question in his heart, but the lingering nervousness in his heart still made him ask this question.

"You guessed it, it's down there. Kurol made a noble salute with a slight bend, and said in a melodious aria.

"I can't see it, you've been hiding so deeply in the past few years, and no one can see that you're a powerful stalker. Rondello said complimentally.

"So, the chit-chat is over, and it's time for us to get down to business. Kurol said suddenly.

Rondello was shocked when he heard this, and then suddenly showed a wry smile as if he realized, "I thought that there would be such a day after I learned that you didn't leave here that day, and that you had wiped out all the combat elites of the Brotherhood alone. Are you really going to kill me?

Rondello asked the question, to which he already knew the answer, with the hope of chance, but Cullor, as he had thought, said without any discussion: "What a stupid question, McEl. Do you think you're going to have a second option today?"

"I think so......" Rondello said with a wry smile.

Kurol didn't say anything next, but drew a strangely shaped dagger from his sleeve and walked it towards the baron and the woman in his arms.

The flawless walking movements, like the skills that have been acquired after thousands of tempering, make his current seemingly ordinary walking movements, even high-risk professionals who are also in a hundred battles unable to find the slightest flaw.

Every step, even every muscle in his body, makes him look impeccable. Perfect movements, so that when he encounters any situation, he can make a favorable response in the shortest possible time.

Rondelo, whose eyes were full of despair and fear, suddenly hooked up a strange smile on the corners of his mouth as Culol approached him. The strange smile made by this strange timing made Kurol a little puzzled.

But when he suddenly saw the fear and despair in the baron's eyes disappear without a trace, his pupils contracted suddenly, and then he dodged to the side without hesitation, and his swift movements made him look like he had expected it.

But that's not the case.

Kurol flashed to the side, lowered his body slightly to make a ready appearance, and glanced at the small wound on his shoulder with the corner of his eye, and thought unmoved on his face: "There is an ambush!" Looking at the shape of the weapon, and the ability to 'breath shut-off' that can dodge my 'magic ring', there is no doubt that he is also a stalker. ’

Judging from the murderous aura that was revealed in a moment just now, there should be only one person. At that moment, even I couldn't see the speed of the shot, it seemed that there was at least a fifth or even a sixth order. After an attack, it is decisive enough and quickly retracts the murderous caution on his body, and it seems that before the next attack, there will be no flaws. ’

Kurol rotated the dagger in his hand and adjusted the posture of his body as he mentally analyzed the situation of the enemy.

Calm and rational, these are the most important things in the profession of stalker. And the man Kurol brought them into full play at this time. (To be continued......)