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The two immediately perked up.

Skadi hurriedly opened her inbox and clicked on the email, which consisted of a bunch of links. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Hera whispered, “It’s not a virus, is it?”

Skadi did not care, and she clicked on the link.

They ended up on the dark web.

Moreover, an account had already been set up.

When the web page refreshed, it redirected to the Dark Web Assassins Leaderboard.

A profile with a smiley-face display picture was ranked in first place.

Next to the picture was a flag that indicated which country he was from.

The Smiling Grim Reaper’s KDA popped up on the page.

Smiling Grim Reaper KDA: 999-0-9999.

Skadi’s hand shuddered, and she dropped her phone onto the red carpet.

Hera’s face was pale. Her throat felt like a hand had wrapped itself around it.

She… had gotten in the way of the dark web’s highest-ranking assassin?

What did a 999-0-9999 KDA mean?

Did it mean he had killed 999 people by himself, or if he had assisted in the killings of 9999 people?

Hera’s mouth felt dry when she recalled the old woman who had been shot through the chest.

She instinctively looked up at the masked man.

Coincidentally, he was looking at her too.

His cold eyes emanated an aura as terrifying as the Grim Reaper itself.

Hera was scared out of her wits and hurriedly turned around so she could hug Skadi.

Nash averted his gaze, his lips curling into an undetectable smirk.

Skadi was the granddaughter of the head of the martial arts association, which meant she had connections.

They would probably be able to find out who he was.

Nash rarely appeared before the public as the Smiling Grim Reaper.

He only dared to wear this outfit here because no one knew who he was.

Other than Cain and that sniper, the only people who had seen him in this outfit were already buried three feet under.

Meanwhile, images of the Smiling Grim Reaper’s outfit had already ingrained themselves into the minds of foreign assassins.

After being grounded for three years, he had no idea how powerful the people on the Blood Leaderboard were.

He also did not know which of those on the Blood Leaderboard had joined the Blood Fiends.

He had put on this outfit so he could let some old friends know the warden was under his protection. If they proceeded with their missions to kill the warden, they would have to prepare to greet death at any given time.

“Warden… I apologize for not coming earlier to welcome you. Please accept my sincere apologies!”

Joseph forced himself to go forth and bow down as he apologized,

The rest of the Lee family also bowed, showing just how sincere their apology was.

Grant had a half-smile on his face as he said, “You’re truly a special kid, Joseph. You didn’t even bother showing the warden any respect…”

The Lee family was a high-ranking family on good terms with the Watsons.

Meanwhile, the Watsons and the Zells were arch-enemies.

Naturally, the Zell family would do everything in their means to oppress the Lee family.

Joseph bowed humbly, looking like he wanted to cry.

The warden waved a hand and smiled as he said, “I’m just an ordinary person when I’m not on the battlefield. There’s no need for you to be so uptight… Mr. Lee was a wonderful mentor to me, and I’m here as his student to celebrate his 88th birthday party today…”

Joseph gave Grant a long, knowing look when he heard that before answering respectfully, “Thank you for being so considerate, warden… Please, this way…”

Grant stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

He had not expected Mr. Lee and the warden to be connected this way.

“You should watch your mouth, Zell!”

Walter clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at Grant nonchalantly, “I wonder who gave you the guts to try jeopardizing the warden’s relationship with the Lee family!”

An ugly look appeared on Grant’s face, but he did not dare voice his anger.

Zakariah stood on the sidelines, not daring to say anything. The constant strife between the powerful families was not something he could get involved in.

The group headed toward the wheelchair parked at the mansion’s entrance.

Joseph walked over to his father and kneeled to whisper, “Dad, the warden is here to wish you a happy birthday!”

Mr. Lee struggled to lift his head. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he gazed at the warden.

Upon realizing the state Mr. Lee was in, the look on the warden’s face changed as he asked, “What happened to Mr. Lee?”

“My father became paralyzed after suffering a stroke seven years ago, and he was also diagnosed with Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s disease several years ago…”

Joseph explained, a gloomy look on his face.