King's Awakening

At this time, White Mitchell was without any protectors or assistants.

Especially on the streets, he looked like an ordinary man with no special distinction.

No one knew why he didn’t take a direct taxi back to the hotel, and why he didn’t ask Sana Robert to arrange a ride for him.

Only he knew the purpose of this.

The moment he left the Robert Group, White Mitchell detected an on-and-off killing intent surrounding him.

However, this killing intent concealed well, even considered to be perfectly so.

Even a well-trained soldier may not be able to detect this subtle killing intent.

Clearly, the enemy was an expert, at least an expert at hiding, and held animosity towards him.

The enemy was cautious; despite numerous deliberate reveals of his own vulnerabilities, the enemy chose to remain obscured.

The feeling of his enemy was like an experienced angler; no matter how the fish was lured, the enemy wouldn’t touch the fishing rod until the right time.

This unusual patience alone, besides the infamous Deathz organization, White Mitchell couldn’t think of anyone else who could possess such a diligent mind.

“Are you finally revealing yourself?” White Mitchell murmured, but his actions did not show any hint of the thought.

The enemy had patience, as did Mitchell. It was now to see whose patience lasted until the end, who would become the true angler.

As time went by, White Mitchell was getting closer to the hotel.

But he was still not in a hurry, walking leisurely. From the appearance, there was no sign that he detected approaching danger.

Meanwhile, nearly a hundred meters away, a middle-aged man equipped with glasses and carrying a briefcase eyed on White Mitchell.

Just one glance and he quickly turned away, making the entire process less than a second.

Then the middle-aged man casually continued in the same direction of White Mitchell.

“So, I have been discovered?” The middle-aged man walked and pushed the bridge of his glasses, his face revealing a hesitant expression.

However, as the middle-aged man was hesitating whether to stop taking action and wait for the next appropriate chance, his glasses suddenly radiated an unusual light.

This wasn’t just a normal pair of glasses, but also a communication system embedded one.

A set of information could be seen using the glasses, which could analyze data about the person observed.

At this moment, the message displayed on the glasses lens was the top-secret message from the Deathz organization.

This information made the middle-aged man, who was already considering stopping his actions, determined to proceed.

The message was personally sent by Yama, the leader of the Deathz organization. It contained two main pieces of information. One was that there was another employer who had assigned a contract, with White Mitchell as the same target.

The other information showed that the command of the Northern Territory would tighten the restriction level of the capital city. Subsequently, the masters of the White War Department would appear one by one in the capital city.

The middle-aged man, upon receiving these two pieces of information, made up his mind.

No doubt, today was the perfect opportunity. If missed, he would not know when the next one would come along.

Although White Mitchell showed signs of vigilance, he didn’t believe that he could compete against Clifford.

After all, five years ago, he had easily cornered White Mitchell, and nearly killed him.

If not for negligence in the nick of time, which allowed him to narrowly escape death, White Mitchell would have already been a corpse by now.

Indeed, this middle-aged man was Pluto, who had attempted to assassinate White Mitchell in the border area five years ago!

He was also the culprit to be blamed for the dismemberment of Hude Robert and others.

In Pluto’s eyes, although White Mitchell had made some progress in the past five years, he himself had not been standing still either.

Five years of time had allowed his strength to increase substantially. If he could corner White Mitchell into a desperate situation five years ago, it would be just as easy to kill him now!

With this thought, Pluto, appearing mild on the surface, couldn’t help but quicken the pace of his steps.

However, he was completely unaware that one of the messages he received was intentionally leaked by Black Turtle at the instigation of White Mitchell.

The purpose was to force Pluto into taking action.

Feeling the increasingly strong killing intention behind him, the corner of White Mitchell’s mouth curled into a chilly smirk.

The fish was hooked!

He glanced at his surroundings and directly walked into a quiet alley next to the hotel.

Hmm?!

At the same time, seeing White Mitchell’s unusual behavior, Pluto frowned, “So he did notice. This kid wants to escape!”

A coldness flashed in Pluto’s eyes and his steps quickened again, catching up with White Mitchell’s pace, just a few steps away from him.

“Sir, did you drop this wallet?” White Mitchell, who was walking in front, suddenly heard a harmless voice from behind.

Subconsciously, he turned his head back and saw a smiling middle-aged man in his field of view, holding a brown wallet.

“Not mine.” White Mitchell pretended not to know, but at this moment, the man’s hand holding the wallet suddenly opened, and then a needle-sized steel dart shot out from his sleeve.

The speed of the dart was extraordinarily fast, within ten meters, it even surpassed the speed of a bullet.

Based on an average person’s reaction speed, it was impossible to avoid this. Even a well-trained soldier may dare not ensure a complete escape.

The instant the dart flew out, a grim smile appeared on Pluto’s face looking at White Mitchell as if he was a dead man.

His dart was not an ordinary one; it was soaked with deadly poison that could kill at the slightest scratch.

As long as it slightly grazes White Mitchell’s skin, he certainly won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.

But at the very moment when Pluto was overly confident, White Mitchell, who seemed defenseless in his view, dodged the deadly dart with an extremely tricky angle.

This…

Pluto was taken aback, greatly shocked in his heart. How could this be possible? His fatal attack was actually avoided by him?

And at the time when Pluto was in great shock, White Mitchell stabilized and looked at Pluto with a mocking gaze, “Deathz organization, we finally meet again. I’ve been looking for you for a long time!”