บท 32: Conspiracy

WILL

My face must mirror Leo Forlini's. My brain is yet to catch up with what the fuck just happened.

Luckily, my eyes and body are still wired to react to the current situation. We are under attack. The assassin disguised as a waiter has been taken down but he was not the only one.

I see the knife aimed for my stomach a millisecond before it pierces into my side. Once again, I dodge and it doesn't hit a vital organ but it still grazes my hand.

I grab the waiter's hand and lock it behind him, twisting it until he lets out a howl like an animal being slaughtered. I use his own knife to stab him in the shoulder, covering his mouth to muffle his scream.

"Let's take this one with us." I say when I realize my men have killed off any other disguised waiters.