“My God… could he be… the legendary marksman?”The bodyguards froze as they stared at the bullet hole in the floor—exactly where Martin had aimed.The hole sat right at the edge of Cassandra’s shoe sole. No gap at all.Not even half a centimeter.“That’s impossible!”Some of these bodyguards were professional shooters.Seeing the technique Martin used, they could only shake their heads in disbelief.That wasn’t ordinary marksmanship.It was an advanced technique achievable only after decades of mastery.Rumor said there was only one person in the world capable of shooting with such precision.But nobody knew his identity.And that shooter had become a legend among professionals.So what about Martin?How old even was he?Did he start training as a baby?Even if he wasn’t the legend, this man was terrifying.The lead bodyguard knew he had to make a quick decision.“We’ll leave. Please don’t harm Miss Cassandra.”He motioned to the others.They holstered their guns and slowly backed awa

One hour earlier.Sitting on the ground beside his BMW, Ethan lifted his head when he noticed the woman behind the wheel of the Audi that Martin had just gotten into.“Isn’t that the woman from the boutique?”Ever since Eleanor’s bodyguards dragged him out, Ethan hadn’t left.He simply sat there on the ground, wallowing in his misery, convinced his life was over the moment he saw who Martin had gone off with.“Oh, so he’s not as innocent as I thought.”Now Ethan understood—Martin must have something going on with that manager.And then an idea flashed through his mind.“Right! If I can get more evidence, I can definitely make Quinn hate him and trust me again!”With that determination, he immediately jumped into his car and hurried to tail them.“Hey, do something for me,” he said over the phone while following the Audi.“I don’t care how you do it—just make it look convincing.”Right before he arrived at the hostel, a photo came through on his phone.A satisfied smile curled on his l

Splash!Martin splashed water onto his face over the sink.With his jacket off, the outline of his muscles showed beneath his shirt.People always assumed Martin was just a tall, skinny man with no strength.They never noticed how his steady, firm steps had always told a different story.When he unbuttoned his shirt, his chest was sharply carved, his abdomen lined with defined ridges.Martin wasn’t skinny.He simply had no fat.Wearing only a pair of shorts, Martin walked toward the bed.Even though he had chosen a private room, there wasn’t much to expect from it.Aside from a washbasin and a toilet, all it had was a bed and a small rack to hang clothes.The bathroom and kitchen were downstairs, shared with everyone else.Martin didn’t need any of that.Today felt different somehow.Lying down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, a faint strangeness tugging at his heart.For the past three years—even as Quinn’s husband—he had never slept in the same room as her, except during the pa

Norvane International Airport.“Happy Christmas and welcome to Norvane.”A cheerful voice echoed through the speakers, accompanied by light festive music as Martin stepped out of the arrival gate.Although not as crowded as the day before, the airport was still filled with people coming and going.Just as Martin was heading toward one of the taxis lined up outside, a black Huracán screeched to a stop in front of him.When the door lifted upward, a young woman with sunglasses resting atop her head revealed herself.“Mr. Garvey!”Gianna—dressed in an all-white silk blouse and trousers—called out to him.“Good thing I made it in time.”After her conversation with Valentina the previous night, she went to the hostel early in the morning.When she saw that Martin wasn’t in his room, Gianna immediately went to the staff office, where the owner only shook his head.“I’m sorry, Miss. I don’t know where he went, but I overheard something about Norvane Airport. I’m not too sure, though.”Gianna

"I'm afraid this has nothing to do with the black card. Even if I didn’t activate it, they would still come after me."Martin spoke calmly as he guided Gianna toward the Lambo."As you suspected, they’re Hunt3rs. They don’t pull the trigger unless they’re absolutely certain of the target’s identity."If they fired, that meant they were sure Martin’s name was on their list."But at least they won’t keep chasing you endlessly… right?"Gianna still couldn’t accept the situation."No."Martin shook his head."At the very least, I’m safe for a few days."Gianna fell silent.She could try telling herself that the Hunt3rs were only after Martin.But what if they weren’t?"But…""Trust me."Martin nodded slightly.He was telling the truth — the Hunt3rs weren’t after her.But that they wouldn’t come again for him?That was a lie.Martin knew deep down they could strike anytime."Hunt3rs have a reputation," he thought. "They don’t let it be tarnished by failure."If an executioner is eliminated