Wilbur was at a loss for words. What the hell was going on here?
The figure stopped in front of Wilbur, her chest being as she gasped, âHelp me! Someoneâs trying to kill me, I canât run anymore.â
Wilbur took a closer look at the figure. Walt, wasnât this the assassin who had tried to kill him by the lake here before?â
âHow dare you still show your face here?â Wilbur was enraged. What did she take him for?
The assassin sighed. âDude, I had no choice. The assassination failed, and I even had to kill my client. Iâve been hunted down by my old team for a month now. I canât run anymore. Save me, and Iâm all yours.â
âWhat the f*ck are you talking about? Do I look like I would do something like that?
Wilbur was nothing but infuriated. This woman was really saying anything that came into her head.
However, Wilbur could tell that she was indeed tired and weak
She had been full of energy and spirit when she had tried to kill him the last time, highly skilled and agile.
At this moment, she was pale in the face, with two dark circles hanging under her eyes. What a drastic change!
What was she thinking, asking Wilbur for help because she couldnât run anymore?
âWhat makes you think Iâd save you?â Wilbur asked curiously.
The assassin seemed like she was on her last breath, sitting down on the ground as she shook her head. âI donât know, but Iâve got nowhere else to go. Itâs a spurâofâtheâmoment decision, I guess.â
âYouâre really something else.â Wilbur shook his head.
Just then, a blond man appeared on the bridge. He made his way over slowly, hands in his pockets.
He glanced at the assassin on the ground, then at Wilbur and the rest before letting out a chuckle. âWhy arenât you running anymore?â
âI canât, you psycho,â the assassin gasped feebly.
The blond man lit a cigarette and shook his head. âOh, my dear Purple Rose. You knew what was coming, didnât you? Why did you even bother running in the first place?â
âBecause I wanted to! Do you have something to say about that too? The assassin was clearly hanging on by a thread but refused to let up in her words.
Just then, Harry let out a cold laugh as he looked at everyone else.
âDude, what kind of art is this? Assassinations and cringey code names like Purple Rose? Since when they filmed special shows here? Harry said in disdain.
Wilbur looked at him, shaking his head. âYou guys should really go. This isnât a show.â
One of the women giggled. âIs that so? What is it then, a comedy skit?â
Her words made the other four intruders burst out laughing as well.
Just then, Ryder had set down his briefcase, staring at the blond man.
Wilbur glanced at Purple Ruse. He sighed, looking back at the blond man. âWhat should I call you?â
âWolf of Venum,â The blond man uttered with a smile.
Wilbur frowned. âI was asking for your naine, not your ende name.â
Wolf of Venomâs gaze narrowed. âYouâre the person Purple Rose was supposed to assassinate?â
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âThatâs right.â
Wolf of Venom let out a laugh, licking his lips.
âI see. Youâre an expert ton
âIâm alright. The thing is, battles are banned in Seechertown now, and so is murder. Get out of here, and I wonât give you any trouble,â Wilbur replied.
Wolf of Venom chuckled, then took two steps forward. âIs that so? My thing is that anyone the Riverside Blossoms want to kill will have to die. What now, then?â
âWell, you could either go by my rules, or Iâll kill every one of you from Riverside Blossoms that come for me,â Wilbur sald coldly.
Just then, Harry burst out laughing as he clapped wildly. âDude, this is sick. Who wrote this script, huh? Iâd like to meet this genius.â
Right after that, Ryder opened his briefcase and assembled his super cannon at top speed, then fixed a pistol to his hip as well.