Chapter 1310
That familiar, lazy drawl.
That overwhelmingly arrogant, oppressive tone.
Jasper knew he wasn’t hearing things!
This voice.
This exact tone.
The ghostly voice that had haunted his nightmares for three solid years p>
It was actually her.
It was really her p>
Jasper’s entire body went rigid. Beneath the mask, his face was already entirely drained of color.
He stared in absolute terror at the stunning, icy face before him, his body trembling uncontrollably.
A shaking finger pointed up at Serena. His lips quivered for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a few broken, utterly off-pitch words from his throat: “Y-y-you… you’re the Demon from the Ghost Alliance p>
Three years ago.
He had accepted a ridiculously high-paying bounty. Thinking it would be a walk in the park, he swaggered into the Gray Zone overflowing with confidence.
The result: he was completely, single-handedly obliterated by the legendary Demon of the Ghost Alliance.
And getting obliterated was only half of it.
That living Demon had actually Sparta-kicked him straight into a street-side dumpster!
A dumpster filled to the brim with rotting garbage, and he had gone in headfirst.
That foul, suffocating stench clung to his nostrils for an entire month.
In the end, not only was he beaten black and blue, but the Demon had also poached his bounty right out from under him.
That single encounter.
Had given the Dark Web’s number one bounty hunter lifelong trauma.
For an entire year after that, he didn’t dare take a single job.
Just hearing the word ‘Demon’ made him break out in a cold sweat.
He had severe PTSD!
He thought that as long as he stayed far away from the Gray Zone, he would never run into that terrifying Demon again.
And yet p>
He had joyfully accepted a thirty-billion-dollar hit contract, only to discover the target… was the very Demon who had scarred him for life three years ago p>
If he had known she was the target.
Forget thirty billion.
You could have beaten him to death, and he still wouldn’t have touched the contract!
Jasper stayed plastered to the wall, limbs sprawled, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
His first instinct was to bolt.
But his legs felt like lead; they completely refused to follow orders.
Then, his gaze darted to the side of Serena p>
Flanking her left and right, standing like two vengeful guardian deities, were Julian and Jerrick.
Jasper’s eyes bulged, his brain short-circuiting entirely.
Why did they look so familiar?
Weren’t those his two older brothers p>
He looked back at Serena with absolute horror, just about to say something.
Crack.
A faint fracturing sound.
The silver mask that had taken a direct hit from the apple split cleanly down the middle.
Then.
The crack widened.
Crack. Snap.
The mask broke into two pieces and clattered to the floor.
Revealing a face p>
That was more delicate, beautiful, and utterly captivating than a woman’s.
Right now, that face bore a red welt from the apple, with a faint indentation across the bridge of the nose.
“Gah p>
Jasper let out a strangled yelp, frantically throwing his hands up to cover his face. “D-don’t look at me p>
But it was too late.
Jerrick had already drawn his gun, ready to execute the assassin who dared target his sister right on the spot.
But the moment the mask fell, he got a clear look at that ridiculously flamboyant face.
Jerrick’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing so hard he nearly misfired.
“J-Jasper p>
He shoved the gun back into his holster, closed the distance in two massive strides grabbed the man by the collar, and ripped him off the wall.
Veins popped on Jerrick’s forehead as his voice hissed through gritted teeth. Are you out of your mind? Breaking in at this hour to assassinate your own sister p>
Jasper kept his hands firmly over his face, kicking his legs wildly in the air, babbling nonsense. “You’ve got the wrong guy! I’m not Jasper, Let go let gol