Chapter 183
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Puff!
At the same time, a sharp dagger suddenly jumped out from under the seat and smashed the board under the carriage.
The arm that held the dagger was extremely slender. It belonged to a woman. She quickly retracted the dagger after the attack failed.
Dean's eyes flashed as he quickly jumped out of the carriage.
"Ugh —" A painful groan suddenly sounded in front of the carriage. In the darkness, a slender figure covered the coachman's mouth with a hand, and a dagger quickly slit his throat. The middle-aged coachman, who earned money to support his family, widened his eyes, but he didn't let out a scream. His body softly fell to the ground.
The horses that were pulling the carriage were frightened and ran forward.
In the night, in the cold wind, on the long street.
Dean and the female assassin looked at each other in silence.
"Don't be nervous." Suddenly, the female assassin raised her hand and said in a sweet voice: "Do you remember me?" She pulled down her mask as she spoke.
Dean's heart palpitated as he saw her face: "Glenn?"
The female assassin who came to assassinate him turned out to be Glenn?
"It seems that you have a good memory." Glenn smiled and put away the dagger: "The consortium sent me to assassinate you. But I owe you a favor three years ago. This time I will return it to you."
Dean was startled but still didn't relax his body: "In that case, why did you kill him?"
"Him?" Glenn looked at the coachman lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She smiled and said: "He's just an ordinary unlucky fellow. If I don't kill him, the consortium will know that I've been merciful. Your favor isn't enough for me to offend the consortium. This is why I attacked you just now. If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have let you sense it in advance and avoid it. Please believe in the hunting ability of a senior assassin."
Dean was silent for a moment: "You mean that the personnel of the Mellon consortium will investigate today's matter? Is there someone from the Mellon consortium in the Ryan family? "
"Isn't it normal?" Glenn looked at him and gently smiled: "There is nothing that money can't do. Even if a son kills his father, it's just a matter of the number of chips."
Dean's heart was cold: "How are you going to explain to the consortium if you let me go?"
The corner of Glenn's mouth revealed a trace of smile: "It's very simple. Just say that your magic marks have sensed me and failed your sneak attack. After all, the consortium has already classified you as an intermediate hunter. After all, the magic marks are rare monsters. So what kind of abilities will they have after the second and third evolution is still unknown."
Dean couldn't help but recall the monster atlas that he had seen before. There was a description of the abilities, characteristics, habitat and other information of the rare monsters. But the atlas came from the inner wall so the inner wall had the final say on how to rate the monsters.
"Thank you." Dudian whispered. He believed in Glenn's words. If she really wanted to sneak attack him, then she could use the black weaver magic marks to quietly get close to him and hunt him down. Even if she failed to hunt him down, he was by no means Glenn's opponent in a head-on battle.
"You are lucky." Glenn laughed: "There are two senior hunters in the consortium. One is me and the other is a knight. They are good at frontal combat. That's why they sent me over. Otherwise, your life would have ended here."
Dean stared at her: "Is it worth it to take such a big risk to let me go because of a small favor from three years ago? What if the higher-ups blame you?"
"Let them do it." Glenn shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she didn't care. "Don't think too highly of these nobles. They still rely on us to make money for them. In the end, we are just their dogs. Since they treat you as a dog, you still have to work hard to be a loyal dog. That's the saddest thing."
Dean deeply looked at her: "I will remember this favor. If there is a chance in the future, I will return it to you."
"There is no need." Glenn waved her hand, "It's just canceled out. I'm a person of my word. Moreover, I don't think you'll have any future. They sent me to kill you, so they'll most likely use other means. You and the nobles behind you will be in big trouble." She turned around and walked down the street, "We'll meet again." Her figure disappeared into the night, flying away.
Dean looked at her back as she left. He was silent for a long time. Then he slowly walked in the direction of the carriage. His cold heart was full of killing intent. He expected that the Mellon consortium would retaliate, but he didn't think that it would be so fast and so ruthless. They would directly hire a senior hunter to assassinate him!
It should be known that senior hunters were the strongest force in the outer wall. They were second only to the magistrate's punishers!
If a senior hunter was used to assassinate an aristocrat, then the magistrate would track them down and kill them. But if they killed a senior hunter, then the situation would be completely different. It would be easy to cover up.
Especially a small aristocrat like the Ryan family who had no background. Once Dean was killed, then a little pressure would be exerted on the Ryan family. Then the Ryan family wouldn't dare to retaliate, let alone complain about Dean.
"Glenn's assassination attempt failed. She probably won't try to assassinate him again, but I still have to be careful." Dudian walked alone in the cold wind of the night. His thoughts were getting clearer: "Direct assassination won't work. Most of the time, they will crush the Ryan family through various industries and channels of the consortium as well as other affiliated forces and rich businessmen."
"I have to raise money as soon as possible!"
The chill in Dean's eyes was getting stronger. If he was a senior hunter, then it would be like a thorn in the throat for the Mellon consortium!
In the end, the strategy was auxiliary. Strength was fundamental!
Dean tore his clothes before returning to the Ryan castle. He disguised it as if he had just fought a fierce battle.
Although Glenn had come here to return a favor, she was too proud to mention this to him. But how could he not know that if he went back in one piece, Glenn's previous fake assassination attempt would be in vain?
Dudian returned to the Ryan Castle. Although Old Fulin and his children were asleep, but they were still awakened by Dudian.
Old Fulin's face turned extremely ugly as he saw Dean's embarrassed appearance. He took Dean back to his study room and strictly ordered the servants and his children not to spread what they saw today.
"Is it the Mellon consortium?" Old Fulin asked in a hurry: "Is the injury serious?"
The weak expression on Dean's face disappeared as he entered the room: "The assassin is Glenn."
"Glenn?!" Fulin's pupils shrank: "Is it her?"
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