Chapter 54: Black and White Ghosts

Chapter 54: Black and White Ghosts

As Alice tracked the direction of the murderous intent, John prepared to follow her. However, just as he jumped out of the window, his steps suddenly halted.

Another wave of killing intent washed over him.

Two killers had come tonight.

John frowned slightly.

If this was the case, it meant the target of the two killers wasn't Alice. They had likely used her as a decoy, luring her away.

But who were they after? Was it him? Or the other two sisters?

John couldn't determine the killers' exact target for the time being, but since they dared to break into the villa, they had committed a capital crime.

At that moment, the killer lurking in the dark had spotted John. After confirming he was one of the targets, the assassin waited for the right opportunity.

He thought he had concealed his murderous intent well, but it had already been revealed.

John deliberately turned his back, making himself appear unaware.

The killer, cautious as ever, waited for several minutes before launching his attack.

Suddenly, he struck.

The sharp blade moved at high speed, tearing through the darkness.

However, just as the knife's tip was about to pierce John's heart, he abruptly turned around, locking eyes with the assassin. His dark, indifferent gaze was like an abyss.

The killer's heart trembled.

This gaze was more terrifying than any enemy he had ever faced.

But the sword was already out. There was no turning back.

The killer tried to fight the inexplicable fear rising within him, and the knife flashed, aiming for the target's heart.

But the next second, he was horrified.

The bayonet hit John's chest with great force, but instead of sinking in, it felt like it had struck solid steel.

Impossible.

The assassin was stunned. Before he could react, a heavy blow landed on his shoulder, throwing him backward with terrifying speed. In an instant, he was dragged hundreds of meters away from the villa.

What?!

The assassin's mind reeled. His soul seemed to float out of his body from the overwhelming force. He couldn't regain his senses.

At that moment, John broke his ribs with a swift motion and spoke coldly, "Speak. Who sent you?"

The killer bared his teeth in pain but refused to speak.

The information about his employers was strictly confidential—one of the basic rules of the killers' code.

"Not going to talk?" John's voice was icy, his foot pressing harder into the assassin's chest, and the pain intensified. "Then let me help you change your mind."

John's foot cracked the ribs further, while his sharp eyes pierced through the night. He wasn't going to let this go so easily.

By the fifth needle, the killer began to tremble.

By the seventh, the pain became unbearable.

By the tenth, he was nearly at his breaking point.

"Kill me! Please, just kill me!" The assassin's face twisted in agony, his entire body wracked with pain.

John sneered. "You think I'll let you die that easily?"

John continued his relentless assault, pushing a needle deeper with each blow. It wasn't just physical pain—it was a psychological assault, each strike sending waves of terror into the killer's soul.

The assassin could barely hold on. "I'll tell you… everything… just stop… please…"

John paused, raising an eyebrow. "Who sent you?"

"Allen… It was Allen… He hired us to kill you and Queenie… Please, I've told you everything, just stop this!"

"Allen?" John's eyes flashed with fury. "Allen of the Beauty Group?"

"Yes! Yes! It's him! He paid a lot of money for us to kill you and Queenie…" The assassin's voice cracked as he struggled to breathe through the blood in his mouth. "Please… just let me die."

John, without another word, snapped the assassin's neck. In an instant, the assassin was no more, his body collapsing into a pool of blood.

"Allen," John muttered, his voice low and filled with rage.

He hadn't expected Allen to be behind this. Last time, Allen had attempted to photograph Queenie to stop her company's listing. John had intervened, preventing any harm. He hadn't taken further action after that, simply blocking Beauty Group's movements.

But now, Allen had crossed a dangerous line by hiring assassins to eliminate him and his sister.

John immediately picked up his phone and called Duke of Southern River, his voice cold. "Find Allen's address. I want it tonight."

Duke of Southern River, still half-asleep, was jolted awake by the urgency in John's voice. He could sense the anger and danger behind the words. He quickly mobilized all his connections to investigate Allen's current location, determined to find him as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the villa, Alice was moving swiftly. Her graceful figure, dressed in black, was like a shadow slipping through the moonlight.

She could feel the strength of the person ahead of her, but something was off. Why was he running?

Then, realization hit. Alice halted, her instincts screaming at her to stop.

The figure ahead of her also paused, then turned, sneering beneath his mask. "Night Rose, you finally noticed?"

Alice's eyes narrowed. She had recognized the masked figure. Black Ghost. She had heard of him—the name was feared within the Shadow Pavilion.

"Black and White Ghosts," Alice muttered under her breath.

She realized the situation had escalated beyond what she had anticipated. More than one killer had infiltrated the villa, and she had been lured away as part of their plan.

The dread in her chest grew.

Without speaking, Alice turned and sprinted back toward the villa, her heart racing. But White Ghost wouldn't let her go so easily.

"Heh, when we received this assignment, we thought it was just another ordinary job. But then we found ourselves in the house of the infamous cold-blooded killer, Night Rose. What a twist, Alice."

The White Ghost taunted her by using her real name, a direct violation of Shadow Pavilion's code. Members of the Pavilion were not supposed to use their real identities. They were known only by their assassin titles to protect their true selves.

"Black and White Ghosts," Alice said, gritting her teeth. "What do you want?"

The White Ghost smirked beneath his mask. "We want you, Alice. The night ends with your fall."

Alice's heart quickened. The situation had shifted from an ordinary assassination to a personal vendetta. It wasn't just business anymore.

"Tonight, we end the legend of Night Rose," White Ghost added, his voice dripping with malice.

Alice knew it wasn't going to be easy to escape this trap. Not with Black Ghost and White Ghost after her. She had to move fast—and think even faster.