CHAPTER 422: CHAPTER 422. ASSASSINATION 2

"What a wastrel."

Kailen could not help but sigh in disdain.

What he was seeing was simply too horrid.

Several ladies lay dead, face-forward on the floor of the large bedroom, with various wounds on their torn backs. From the pattern of the wounds, it was certainly possible that this degenerate had used whips to beat them up during some sort of pleasurable activities.

After that, the fellow—Rango fucking Reaverson—now snoring on the bed, had left them to bleed to death on the floor of the bedroom.

Kailen was not a saint, neither was he a hero.

He didn’t deem himself a righteous person with a good heart.

And he was not one to criticize others for the choices they make.

He simply eliminated those who threatened him, his ambitions, or went after those he cared about.

He had simply come here to put an end to this man because his stupidity had produced a son that had tried to make life difficult for Anaya, and because of his deal with Ethan, so that he could secure an ally from the Sea Realm.

But now... he had another reason to give this man solid hell before he died.

He was angry.

A man who sexually harassed women, in his dictionary, was someone who deserved every punishment in his book.

The same way someone would deem someone like him—Kailen—and his actions, how he handled enemies, and how ruthless he could be to them, intolerable... he deemed this man’s actions intolerable.

Kailen observed everything through the eyes of the shadow creature in disdain.

Hound 1 first of all injected Rango Revearson with a paralytic poison as he remained asleep. Then, the shadow creature proceeded to slap him awake.

The moment Rango Revearson came to, he was startled that someone had woken him up but he couldn’t sense anyone in the room. He tried opening his eyes but they didn’t budge. He tried moving his limbs but they didn’t move.

He was paralysed.

He summoned a blob of water which moved and hovered around him for a few moments before he realized he could not summon more. He suddenly felt his universe energy reserves running dry, until he couldn’t even feel an ounce of universe energy in his being or in the atmosphere.

At this, he came to a terrifying realization in his state.

An assassin had been sent after him.

He made muffled noises as if he was trying to say You fucking bastard, show yourself.

But no one responded to him.

"Where are my guards? How could the assassin bypass the guards? My guard is a rank 1 intermediate stage galactic level lifeform. Where the hell is he? How could the assassin go undetected by the guard?"

Panic!

Extreme panic!

Rango Revearson was extremely scared—so much so that, coupled with his complete loss of control over his voluntary reflexes, he completely micturated and soiled the whole bed with fecal matter.

Who did he offend?

Were some of the girls he had been having fun with connected to some crazy powerhouse?

Or could it be that Farel went and pissed someone off when he was alive?

"Damn it damn it damn it!"

Rango knew he was extremely fucked.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Who did he offend so much so that, apart from bypassing his rank 1 intermediate stage galactic level guards, the person could even turn him into a non-awakener?

Was there nothing he could do about this situation?

Then, the veiled shadow hound started piercing Rango’s skin with tiny needles.

The moment the needles came into contact with his skin, he experienced extreme depression, one on a level that completely hollowed him out.

The poison in the needle triggered the limbic system and the prefrontal cortex to make him experience extreme levels of depression.

"Who am I?"

"Why am I even alive?"

"I’m a failure of a father."

"How could I do this to innocent girls?"

"My son died because of my stupid doting on him. I don’t deserve to be alive."

"Whoever is doing this, just kill me."

"Is this how it ends for me? Powerless? Helpless?"

"Stand... Move... Do something! Damn body!"

"No... I can’t die like this. Not paralyzed. Not helpless. Not seen as weak."

"Someone will pay. Someone must pay."

These thoughts rang through his mind as he lay motionless and helpless on the bed.

His mind was chaotic... until he broke completely.

Kailen, observing everything through the eyes of Hound 1, commanded the shadow creature to activate the last flicker of the poison. And when the shadow creature did, Rango Revearson, the leader of the Revearson Clan, was dead.

The clan slept quietly, not knowing that Rango Revearson had been killed swiftly and dreadfully—not just physically, but psychologically.

After the shadow hound completed her task, she returned to the shadow expanse quietly.

Kailen turned to look at his friends, who had been conversing with each other in Ethan’s room for an extremely short time.

"It’s done. In my opinion your old man was a real piece of shit."

Ethan drew in a breath of cold air, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulder. Rather than guilt, he nodded at Kailen’s words.

"I know. But I won’t say something justifiable that I killed him because he’s a degenerate and lecherous piece of shit—who went to any extent to harm innocent women, which he truly is—or that I did it for the clan. That’s the main motivation for my actions, but..."

"But the other reason was that you wanted power. Power you didn’t think a stupid man as him deserved to have," Arnold added.

Ethan nodded to Arnold’s words. He admitted it, he was not a hypocrite.

Then he turned to look at Kailen.

"Thank you. The Reaverson Clan will always be allied with, and be in debt to, Kailen Darkhaven. Whatever personal reasons you had for doing this does not matter to me."

"Your actions have preserved many lives, and helped the desire of every clan member to be realized. Not only that, I now have the power I desired—not just for change in the clan, but for having power’s sake. And for that, I am grateful."

Kailen tapped Ethan’s shoulder.

"Glad to hear that. Now, let’s let the clan know who’s in charge now, shall we?"