Awakening the War God

Chapter 238 The Worthless Assassins

Four figures clad in black stormed in; two of them had their guns trained on Vicky, while the other two aimed their weapons at Gabriel.

Among the two targeting Gabriel was a man with a prominent scar on his face. He eyed the showering Gabriel and chuckled, "Not bad, good physique you got there. Are you Gabriel?"

Unfazed by the ominous gun barrels, Gabriel continued to shower leisurely. "I'm not Gabriel; you've got the wrong guy," he responded with a mischievous yet innocent grin. "The Gabriel you're searching for seems to live next door. I'm just a gigolo, dedicated to pleasing wealthy women. They pay me for a little companionship. You're barking up the wrong tree!"

"If you doubt me, my ID is right there on the table. Go ahead and check."

Fortunately, he had a fake ID that should help him bluff his way through this situation. After all, ruthless assassins wouldn't hassle a gigolo!

"A gigolo?" The scar-faced man paid no attention to Gabriel's supposed ID on the table; instead, he sneered, "I've seen your picture. You are Gabriel. Quit pretending to be a gigolo!"

"Damn, you've seen my picture, and you're still here questioning me? What a joke!" Gabriel's carefree attitude quickly changed, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

All the gigolo act had been a wasted effort. This infuriating scar-faced man had seen his picture and still questioned him. A fruitless charade, to say the least.

Enraged, Gabriel moved with lightning speed towards the scar-faced man.

"Kill him!" the scar-faced man yelled, and the group opened fire.

Thanks to the silencers fitted to their guns, the shots were muffled.

Gabriel, who remained completely naked, agilely evaded the bullets with ghostly swiftness.

In a blink of an eye, he closed in on the scar-faced man and disarmed him, wrenching the gun from his right hand.

"Ah!"

The scar-faced man cried out as his hand was broken, causing him to drop his pistol.

Gabriel swiftly caught the falling gun with his left hand.

Then, using the scar-faced man as a human shield, he fired three shots in rapid succession at the other three assassins.

His accuracy was impeccable, each bullet striking the wrists of the assassins holding their firearms.

Three guns fell to the floor, leaving all four assassins stupefied.

These assassins from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall had been effortlessly subdued by a naked man, and it was an embarrassment beyond words.

"Get over here, all of you, and line up against the wall!"

Gabriel ordered, maintaining his composure despite his nudity. His dominance was unshaken.

With a single, intimidating glance, he sent shivers down the spines of the four assassins, who obediently put their hands up and stood with their backs against the wall.

Gabriel walked over, wiggling his bird, and stomped thrice with a loud "bang, bang, bang." He had crushed the other three guns with his bare feet.

"Are these guns this fragile?" the assassins wondered in amazement.

This bizarre scene left the assassins dumbfounded once again.

What on earth had they come to assassinate this time?

"You guys are from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, right? That damn Crow couldn't even wait for me to finish my bath!"

"And you four dimwits with pea-sized brains-what's the point of trying to kill someone with this level of skill? Are you here to make a complete mockery of yourselves?"

"Couldn't you have been a few minutes late? I was planning to spend three to five seconds with Miss Vicky. You've ruined everything!"

Gabriel didn't stop talking, giving the assassins a stern verbal thrashing, much like a school principal scolding unruly students. It left the four of them speechless.

Meanwhile, Vicky suppressed a giggle, finding Gabriel's antics utterly charming.

Even though their planned three to five seconds together had been disrupted, she had witnessed everything, right down to the action!

One couldn't deny Gabriel's charisma. Despite fighting in the buff, he still managed to exude an air of dominance.

"Although I know you're from Crow's gang, why don't you confess everything yourselves? If anyone hides the truth or talks nonsense, I'll put a bullet through your crotch!" Gabriel glared, and the four assassins shivered, feeling a sudden chill down there.

"Speak!"

Seizing the moment, Gabriel bellowed.

Faced with his overwhelming presence, the scar-faced man quickly spilled the beans, "It was Crow who sent us here to take you down. About an hour ago, Crow tracked us down and showed us a picture of you, telling us to prepare."

"Twenty minutes later, he had us in the vicinity. Just five minutes before this showdown, he sent us the address of this sketchy hotel and the room number."

"We wasted no time and rushed here. We took a janitor hostage and used her master key to force our way in."

Gabriel listened to the scar-faced man's exhaustive explanation, and it nearly had him cracking up.

This guy was a total pushover and gave a play-by-play of their entire operation.

He turned to Vicky and asked, "I took a detour in the cab, driving all around town to dodge any tails. How the hell did Crow pinpoint our location?"

"Moreover, do you know this lady?" He gestured toward Vicky.

"Y-yeah, she's our former gang leader, Miss Vicky," the scar-faced man stammered, a hint of terror in his eyes. "But, sir, I really don't know how Crow figured out where you were."

Gabriel's expression turned solemn, and a tense silence filled the room.

Suddenly, he raised his head and inquired, "A little while back, when Crow revolted against the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, were you involved in that mess?"

"N-no," the scar-faced man shook his head repeatedly. "We four have no loyalty to Crow. We only got wind of the gang showdown afterward, and we were coerced into working for Crow."

"Alright, that's some good intel," Gabriel said with a smirk, narrowing his eyes.

He then struck the scar-faced man's neck with his left hand, rendering him unconscious. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Afterward, he swiftly subdued the remaining three hitmen.

"Damn bad luck," Gabriel muttered. "Miss Vicky, it seems like we need to change our location."

Cursing under his breath, Gabriel crushed the gun in his left hand.

Returning to the bathroom, he began to get dressed.

The fight had left him feeling clammy.

Vicky strolled lazily to the bathroom door, her eyes brimming with allure, and suggested, "Three to five seconds? I'm curious too, and they're all out cold. Why not have a little more fun before we go? It won't take long!"

Unfazed, Gabriel quickly put on his clothes. "Enough of that, let's get going. We're checking into a five-star hotel."

"Really?" Vicky' eyes sparkled with excitement. She was more than ready to bid farewell to the crummy motel.

"Of course," Gabriel said with a wry smile. "Since hiding here didn't pan out, and if Crow has a sixth sense for tracking us, there's no point in hiding. It's time to face this head-on. We'll enjoy good food and rest in comfort, so we don't have to endure this ordeal."

If Crow truly had a knack for tracking them down, there was no need to hide.

In that case, it was better to confront the situation openly.

"Alright, I'll pack up right away!"

The thought of staying in a five-star hotel had rekindled Vicky' spirit.

In no time, she had her belongings ready. She and Gabriel left the Han Hotel, not bothering to return the room key.

They hailed a taxi, and Gabriel, with a commanding tone, instructed the driver, "Take us to the nearest five-star hotel in the area!"

In a short while, the taxi pulled up to The Ritz-Carlton Hotel by the river.

Exiting the vehicle, they went inside to check in.

Their room for the night cost over seven thousand dollars, but they managed to secure a riverside double room with a view of the city skyline.

As they entered their room, Vicky, exhausted from the events of the night, slumped onto the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. "Now this is what I call a place to stay!"

Gabriel went to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the breathtaking river view. Suddenly, he sharpened his gaze and spoke with determination. "Miss Vicky, your task is to contact your former crew as soon as possible. We need to find a way to isolate Crow and take him down."

"The sooner, the better. Otherwise, we won't get a moment's peace."