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“I’ve heard of him,” the assassin said, picking up the photo from the table. “Heard he has some abilities.”

“But he’s using his abilities in the wrong places. He’s overreaching. The ‘gentleman’ is not pleased, so I need you to eliminate him.”

Matt remained expressionless, speaking of killing a police officer as if it were a trivial matter.

“The ‘gentleman’ is never patient with such trifles. You have only three days to complete the task.”

“Yes, sir,” the assassin replied, taking the photo and bowing as he exited the room.

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“Good afternoon! Chief George, looks like you’ll make it home for dinner tonight.”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Morsy.” George removed his hat, looking respectfully at the old woman before him.

“Peaceful New York gave me a break today. Gwen has been complaining lately. If I missed dinner again tonight, I don't know what she would have said.”

“Gwen is a good child. She always cares about you. I’m sorry, but since Helen passed, you two haven’t seemed like a family at all,” Mrs. Morsy said, her tone reproachful, but then softening.

“But recently, your relationship has gotten better and better. Even an outsider like me can see it. Families shouldn't treat each other like enemies.”

“Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Morsy.” Mrs. Morsy was known for being blunt, but she was also kind-hearted. Almost everyone in the building had received her help. Facing such a caring elder, George accepted her concern, even though the topic was sensitive.

The two chatted for a while longer, then George excused himself, saying he needed to go home and prepare dinner. Seeing Mrs. Morsy’s expression of unfulfilled interest, he knew she hadn't had her fill of conversation, but he could only let George go.

Speaking of which, Gwen had indeed become much more cheerful recently. Even that kid Peter had become more confident. He even dared to fight someone, and won. It all seemed to have started because of Yang Le.

At the thought of Yang Le, George clicked his tongue in annoyance, then sighed. After Gwen's explanation, George knew that the incident in the kitchen that day was an accident, but as a father, George was still very unhappy.

But after all, George was in the wrong in that matter, so even though he hadn't apologized, he had tacitly approved of Gwen going to see Yang Le. Although he certainly couldn't control Gwen, thinking this way made him feel better.

“Got her wings. Can’t control her anymore,” George sighed, took out his key, and opened the door. It was already dusk, and the setting sun wasn't enough to light the room. The dim room was eerily silent.

Seeing that Gwen hadn’t returned yet, George frowned. It was almost dark, and nighttime New York was obviously unsafe for a girl. George took out his phone to call Gwen.

George froze, just as he took out his phone. The clean screen reflected a figure in the dim sunlight. That figure was right above him, close to the ceiling.

Years of experience made George make a choice. He didn't scream or look up to question, but instead, he threw himself forward. This choice undoubtedly saved his life.

“Thwack.” A gleaming ninja blade stabbed straight into the spot where George had been standing, sinking deep into the wooden floor, proving its sharpness. Seeing that his attack had failed, the assassin dropped from the ceiling, standing beside the ninja blade.

“Who are you! How dare you attack a police chief!” George drew his gun and turned to face the assassin. The brush with death made him sweat profusely. He forced himself to calm down.

Now he could see the attacker's full appearance. The person was dressed almost exactly like a Japanese ninja in the movies.

‘What is going on? High-tech prisoners, rhino monsters, and now a ninja assassin. When did New York become so crazy?’

Facing the dark gun muzzle, the ninja remained silent, instead bending down to pick up the ninja blade from the floor.

“Don’t move! I’ll shoot if you move again!” Seeing the ninja’s actions, George immediately warned.

Hearing George's warning, the ninja paused, not moving again. Just as George was about to speak again, the ninja moved the instant George opened his mouth.

The ninja hooked the ninja blade with his left foot and stomped down hard with his right foot, bringing out the ninja blade while rushing forward. The flying ninja blade drew an arc, spinning into the air, landing perfectly in the ninja’s raised hands. Catching the ninja blade, the ninja rushed in front of George and slashed down hard, cutting off half of George’s hand along with the gun barrel.

Lightning fast! It all happened too quickly. He only reacted to the sound of the gun barrel hitting the ground. He stared blankly at the gun sliding from his hand because he couldn't grip it. The ninja blade was too sharp. He hadn't even felt the pain yet. His hand had only just begun to bleed.

Fear to the extreme turns into anger. The fear of death made George lose his composure. He shouted and charged at the ninja.

The ninja didn't clash head-on with George. Although the ninja blade was sharp, it was easily broken. Facing the charging George, he wasn't sure he could kill him without breaking the blade.

The ninja threw out several caltrops. The modified and lengthened caltrops pierced the soles of his shoes, piercing into the soles of his feet. The intense pain made George lose his balance, falling forward with the momentum of his charge.

The ninja stepped aside, and George fell right beside him. He walked over, stepped on George's arms with both feet, straddled George's back, and raised the ninja blade high in a reverse grip.

‘Sorry, Gwen, looks like Dad won’t be able to have dinner with you.’ George thought despairingly. The intense exercise had caused his severed hand wound to bleed profusely. He no longer had the strength to resist.

Just as the ninja was about to stab George, the sound of shattering glass came from behind him. Before he could react, intense pain came from his back, and the ninja flew out, smashing into the tables and chairs, falling to the ground.

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“Dad! Are you okay?!” Having lost too much blood, George, who was about to faint, heard Gwen's voice and mustered his strength, opening his eyes to see Gwen, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Run… Gwen, quick… run…” George fainted before he could finish speaking.

“No! Dad! Wake up!” Gwen looked anxiously at George, who had fainted in her arms, even her tone changing.

The ninja silently came behind Gwen, looking at the defenseless little girl sitting on the ground. It was hard to imagine that such a small girl had kicked him away without him noticing. The ninja could only attribute this to his carelessness.

‘Looks like my training is not yet complete.’ Thinking this, the ninja swung down the raised ninja blade, preparing to kill Gwen along with George.

However, the ninja blade stopped just above Gwen's head. The ninja looked in disbelief at a slender, fair hand, using two finger-like jade scallions to firmly clamp the ninja blade, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even make the ninja blade shake.

“Beep beep beep!” The ninja noticed that the girl was also wearing a white bracelet on her hand, which was flashing red light at this time, as if sending out an alarm.

“Crack!” With a sound, the bracelet slowly emitted green smoke, finally no longer making any noise, and his ninja blade could finally move, but not down, but up.