They let out angry laughters after hearing the screams of Arm�s members.

On the other hand, there was someone moving very quietly on another island.

This was the island with the most diverse terrain of the Hais Islands.

Cliffs, a forest, sand dunes, and a swamp. The island that had all of these terrains was currently engulfed in a silent battle.

�Ugh!�

One of Arm�s members fell down with a short groan.

He was one of the assassin specialists under Assistant Leader Greetel. He had been the second of the two that had gone to investigate.

The corpse was carefully laid down on the ground.

The servant Ron quietly looked down at the corpse before cleaning the blood off of his dagger with a handkerchief. His son, Beacrox, had packed this handkerchief for him.

There was no noise in any of his movements.

All that could be heard was the sound of nature.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The sound of the rain.

The sound of thunder.

Ron started to smile. He could hear another type of noise.

It was the sound of a human moving around.

Ron had been the successor to one of the three families in control of the Eastern continent�s underworld. He slowly moved after hearing the quiet noises coming from the people.

They should be the newest group sent to investigate after the first group did not send back any information.

That was how Ron started to take down Assistant Leader Greetel�s group one by one.

Ron was someone who had survived as an assassin for over 60 years.

In addition to getting revenge for his family, he still had the ability to teach these youngins the definition of fear.

Shhhhhhh-

The sound of grass rustling in the wind could be heard. Ron moved toward the location of the stealthy footsteps.

In another island, violence rather than stealthiness dominated the area. JrNovels.com