There is a private resort manor in the southern suburbs of the capital, which is the property of the Holden family. However, President Horton is busy with work and has almost no time to come here to play.

Today, President Horton came to the resort manor very rarely. He sent away all his servants and sat alone under a grape trellis.

President Horton was dressed in a formal manner, his clothes were burned very flat, his buttons were shiny, and even the most subtle parts were meticulously organized, looking like he was about to be awarded a medal.

On the table in front of him was a bottle of wine and a wine glass, and President Horton sat there, drinking himself.

Suddenly, the space in front of President Horton began to twist, and then a masked man walked out of the twisted space.

"Is space magic?" President Horton glanced at the masked man, then picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then said, "I thought it would be the enemy who would take action, but I didn't expect that the assassination came. It seems that my enemies are too timid and dare not even take revenge in person, but hire professional killers."

"There is no way. The business has been bad recently. If you can't receive big orders, you can only take a few small orders and make do with it." The masked killer teased. Judging from his voice, this masked killer should be very young.

"Which enemy sent you to kill me?" President Horton asked, but then he shook his head on his own: "I forgot, I shouldn't ask such a question, and you won't tell me if you ask."

"You seem to be very familiar with our profession!" said the masked killer.

President Horton drank the wine in his glass in one go, then picked up the bottle and poured a small half of the glass, and said, "Of course I know something about you. After all, I have taken care of your business, and maybe you have made my money."

"Take care of our business? Don't be so generous to buy murderers." The masked killer did not agree with President Horton's statement.

President Horton picked up the half glass of wine, put it on his nose and smelled it, showing an intoxicating expression, and then said, "Actually, you should thank me. If I continue to stay in the royal city, you will not be able to start. No matter how powerful the assassination is, he will not start in the royal city. So I came to this manor, and I chose to die here. The scenery here is very good. Being able to die in this beautiful scenery is not a good destination."

The masked killer looked at President Horton in surprise, and then asked, "I have killed many people, but not many people can face death calmly. You are one of them. This very formal outfit was also chosen by you in advance, right?"

"Yes, when people die, they always want to leave this world with dignity. I like this formal outfit very much. Please don't dirty my clothes when I kill me later." President Horton said.

"No wonder, I was wondering just now that your formal outfit doesn't look like you are on vacation at all." The masked killer took out his magic wand, pointed it at President Horton, and said, "Aren't you afraid? Maybe you can try resisting and escaping, maybe you can promise me!"

President Horton smiled self-deprecatingly: "Resist? Escape? There is no need for that. I must die. I die, and my enemies are all relieved. Others in the Horton family may have a way to survive."

"Okay, you can prepare a more comfortable position to welcome death. By the way, do you have any last words? You can tell me that although I won't tell anyone else, I am still a little curious. What else do you want to say before you die, a person who is ready to die will say." The masked killer said.

"You really have a lot of words in terms of the assassination." President Horton leaned on his chair, ready to face death, but the next moment he suddenly remembered something, so he sat up again.

"Why, don't want to die again? It's okay, I have seen many people who regretted it when they die, kneel down and beg me for mercy." The masked killer asked sarcastically.

"I thought the one who came to kill me was my former enemy, but I didn't expect it to be an assassin. If I knew it was an assassin, I would prepare a bag of gold coins in advance." President Horton said, taking out his gold watch and put it directly on the table, and said at the same time, "The diamonds in this gold watch should be able to sell some gold coins."

"You are going to buy your life like this?" The masked killer shook his head: "This is not in line with our rules."

"No, I'm not buying my life, I want to ask you to kill someone for me." President Horton said.

The masked killer picked up the gold watch, first put it in his hand and then looked carefully, then said, "It's a good thing, it can be sold for some money. Tell me, who do you want me to kill? Isn't it very difficult?"

President Horton's eyes flashed with hatred: "If it weren't for that guy, his uncle wouldn't have died, and if Horton's Chamber would have collapsed, I wouldn't have ended up today. But don't worry, you should be able to kill him easily. His name is Phil Knight, and he is a junior magician."

"Phil?" The masked killer was stunned and then asked in surprise: "Why are you killing him? Did that waste of man offend you?"

"Do you know him?" Holden asked.

"It's not just about knowing it. There is no one in the entire Kingdom Magic Academy who doesn't know that disaster star!" The masked killer said as if he thought of a funny artist and almost laughed out loud.

Then, the masked killer put the gold watch back on the table and said, "Sorry, I can't accept your commission."

"Why? Isn't the money I gave enough? Or maybe that Phil is someone you know, and you can't bear to start? I didn't expect that the assassination would still be soft-hearted." President Horton said a little angry.

"The reason I don't accept your commission is because that guy Phil still owes me thirty-eight meals! If he dies, who will treat me to dinner?" After the masked killer said that, he pressed his wand against President Horton's head with his magic wand, and then said, "It's almost time, and it's time to send you on your way."

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In the outskirts of Luoye Town, where Andrew died, there is still a mess.

In order to preserve the scene, the sheriff used earth wall technique around it, surrounded the area, and also installed a reconnaissance eye for remote monitoring.

Three figures appeared outside the earthen wall, a middle-aged strong man and an old man, surrounded by a young man under thirty years old. The three of them wore the same style of clothing, and they looked like they were from the same organization.

"Master, it should be here. The death of the great magician Andrew is inside." The tall and strong man said.

On the other side, the old man also spoke, "Master, there is a surveillance eye over there that is monitoring us."

"It should be arranged by the local sheriff. It doesn't matter. Let them take a look. It can be regarded as telling the local public security office that we have arrived." The young man paused and continued. "There is another thing. It's not the home outside. Don't call me the master, but call me the referee."

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Chapter completed!