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Chapter_239
Howard’s eyes widened in shock as he watched the man dressed in black with a smiling mask descend the stairs. The blood-red diamond-shaped dagger in his hand was dripping with fresh blood, the crimson liquid staining the steps. The faint smell of blood filled the room, mixing with the cold night air that blew in through the open windows. It wasn’t just the wind that sent a chill through them—it was the palpable sense of death that had entered the room with the Smiling Grim Reaper.
Howard’s heart raced as he stood abruptly, knocking over the wine glass in his panic. The glass shattered on the floor, but no one heard it over the deafening silence that followed.
“The Smiling Grim Reaper!” Howard exclaimed, his voice trembling. The name alone was enough to freeze anyone’s blood.
The four Juggernauts were no strangers to the legend of the Smiling Grim Reaper. Howard himself had witnessed his terrifying power firsthand at the Lees’ birthday banquet. But seeing him now, standing before them, felt far worse than any story could describe.
Nutcracker Juggernaut narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and full of suspicion. “You killed all of our men?” His words cut through the tension in the room, making it clear that the Juggernauts were not afraid to confront this masked killer.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and outside, the night breeze carried with it an even stronger stench. The Smiling Grim Reaper was not just here to talk.
Nash’s smile was as cold as death itself. “They’re but a swarm of ants. Not worth mentioning.” His dismissive tone only served to heighten the danger they were in.
Giant Juggernaut, though composed, stood with a hand resting on the table, his fingers curled into a fist. “We have no grievances with you. What do you want?”
Nash’s smile faltered for a split second, before turning into something far more dangerous. “No grievances?” he sneered, stepping forward. “Did the Youngs have any grievances with you when you slaughtered them?”
The mention of the Young family sent a ripple of shock through the room. The Juggernauts exchanged uneasy glances, their faces paling. The Youngs had been completely wiped out more than two decades ago, during their annual ancestor worship. The massacre was so thorough that no one from the family had ever resurfaced to seek revenge.
Howard, struggling to process the implications, stammered, “A-Are you from the Young family?” His disbelief was evident, but the fear in his eyes betrayed his confusion.
He quickly shook his head as if trying to dismiss the impossible thought. “That’s impossible! There’s no way any of them survived. The massacre happened during the ancestor worship. All the family members remained in the village. There couldn’t have been any survivors!”
Nash’s hand tightened around the dagger, the blade shimmering menacingly in the low light. His gaze was like a storm—calm on the surface, but brimming with deadly intent beneath. The temperature in the room plummeted, as if the very air was being sucked out by the force of his presence.
Giant Juggernaut, sensing the gravity of the situation, steeled himself and asked in a low, serious voice, “So, did you come to us today for revenge?”
The Smiling Grim Reaper’s silence was answer enough. The implication was clear. He had come for retribution.
Nash twirled the dagger slowly in his hand, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. “I’ll give you one chance. Tell me who else was involved in the Young family massacre, and perhaps your bodies will remain intact.”
The room grew colder as the four Juggernauts exchanged looks of unease. The Smiling Grim Reaper didn’t need a reason to kill, but the fact that he was asking about the families involved in the massacre made it clear—he was not just any assassin. He was someone seeking justice, or perhaps vengeance, for the blood spilled so many years ago.
Howard felt the weight of Nash’s words pressing down on him. The clock was ticking, and the stakes had never been higher. He had no idea if the Smiling Grim Reaper would let them live, but one thing was certain: he had to answer the question carefully, or there would be no more chances. The fate of their lives rested on what they said next.