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A streak of crimson appeared on the man’s neck. He collapsed to the ground, and his life was extinguished in the blink of an eye. From that moment on, the world knew him no more.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Justin burst into applause as a slightly stooped figure slowly entered the hall. The man’s graying hair bore witness to the passage of time, and his hunched back and solemn demeanor evoked a sense of unease.

“Your humble servant, Hamilton, pays you his respects, Your Highness.” The elder gave a slight bow.

Justin quickly responded, “Mr. Hamilton, there’s no need for such formalities. You are my esteemed guest. Please, dispense with such courtesies. Last time was a lapse of judgment on my part, but I humbly ask for your assistance now. I need you to eliminate Renee.”

Justin's tone was deferential. He had learned his lesson. The last time he had enlisted Hamilton alongside ordinary assassins, it had offended the man, who then used an excuse to withdraw and rest. Realizing his mis