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Chapter_252
“You are not welcome here!” Zakariah’s voice rang out with firm authority as he stared down the group before him. He knew Nash’s alternate identity as the Smiling Grim Reaper all too well, and the truth of the situation settled heavily in his mind.
Nash had gone to the Chateau Hotel last night, but not long after, the Smiling Grim Reaper had appeared at the mansion. At first, Zakariah had assumed it was just Justin pretending to be the Smiling Grim Reaper again, a deception they had used before. But then, as the situation unfolded, Zakariah realized something far more complicated—when another Smiling Grim Reaper appeared after the first left, it dawned on him that Nash was the real deal this time, and Justin had only been a decoy.
The realization hit hard. Nash had likely donned the Smiling Grim Reaper’s mask because he was after Howard and the others. Zakariah had deduced that the deaths of Howard and the three juggernauts were Nash’s doing. And now, with the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut appearing at the mansion, Zakariah knew they were here to uncover the truth about the Smiling Grim Reaper’s true identity.
What troubled him even more was the fact that Justin was currently pretending to be the Smiling Grim Reaper. If the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut suspected the truth, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill Justin on the spot. He was no match for someone of the Profound Reality Realm caliber.
Meanwhile, upstairs in Skadi’s bedroom, the absurdity of the situation was playing out in a way Zakariah could never have anticipated. Justin, dressed in the Smiling Grim Reaper costume, was performing a Latin dance for Skadi. She watched him with a look of disgust as he twirled and spun, completely out of character for the cold-blooded killer the Smiling Grim Reaper was supposed to be.
“Do you know how long it’s going to take me to erase the image of you dancing from my mind?” Skadi grimaced, clearly repulsed.
Justin grinned sheepishly, but before he could respond, Nash walked into the room, his expression unreadable.
“Justin, the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut wants to see you…”
“The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut? Want to see me?” Justin’s voice trembled, a sense of panic creeping into his tone. His mind raced. Why would the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut want to see him? Was it to kill him?
Nash smiled knowingly. “Loan me your costume.”
It all clicked in place for Justin. Nash had to be planning something. The Green Bamboo Association was bound to figure out the truth soon, and Nash needed to stall for time.
Downstairs, the tension was palpable as the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut unsheathed his combat sword, its chilling glint catching the light and casting a shiver down Zakariah’s spine. The air thickened with pressure.
“Why do you wish to see me?” Zakariah asked, his voice steady despite the intense pressure the Profound Reality Realm master was putting on him.
Then, a voice echoed from above. It was low, filled with an icy edge. “The Smiling Grim Reaper.”
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut’s eyes shot upward, locking onto the figure standing at the top of the staircase—Nash, clad in the Smiling Grim Reaper’s costume.
Zakariah, still believing it was Justin behind the mask, furrowed his brow, giving the slightest shake of his head. This was a Profound Reality Realm master they were dealing with. Justin stood no chance against someone of that caliber.
Simon, impatient and seething with anger over his grandfather’s death, whispered to the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut, “I bet this Smiling Grim Reaper is an imposter trying to fool us. Let’s kill him now!”
Zakariah’s hand instinctively tightened around the edge of the nearest table. He could sense the growing unease in the room. Simon’s rage was blinding him to the reality that they were facing a skilled adversary, but the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut was still uncertain. If this was truly the Smiling Grim Reaper, then no amount of vengeance would be enough.
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut’s grip on his sword tightened further, the tension almost unbearable.
Nash stood firm, his diamond bayonet glinting in his hand, his cold eyes unwavering. He didn’t want to kill the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut—especially not inside the Zabel mansion. If he did, the Green Bamboo Association would turn its wrath on the Zabel family without hesitation.
“Come on, juggernaut, attack him!” Simon urged, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. He could taste his desire for revenge.
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut’s eyes narrowed dangerously. But then, with a sharp movement, he slapped Simon, sending the younger man sprawling to the ground.
“Shut up!” the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut hissed, his voice cold with authority. How dare Simon, a newly appointed faction leader, order him around?
Simon’s face was contorted in pain, his mouth agape as blood began to pool on the floor. He didn’t dare retaliate, his anger silent but boiling under the surface. He couldn’t afford to challenge the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut—his own life would be at risk.
Nash glanced briefly at the scene below, his gaze flickering over the tense faces of everyone in the room. A storm was about to erupt, and the outcome was uncertain.
But Nash was prepared to face whatever came next. The Green Bamboo Association had no idea what they were walking into.