Chapter Twelve
Author: Chessman
last update2024-02-01 19:24:15

Joe heart skipped, how is this possible, that little kid is the master of the Hades clan.

He ran a background check on him, and he is just a commoner, a low life pauper, one that can't even afford his meal, how can he be the master of the Hades clan.

What has he done.

“My Lord—”

Giovanni instantly slashed Joe's head away, nobody offends the master and go scout free or live to see the next day, unless the master says otherwise.

He swings his katana twice removing the blood stain on it, before he places it back in his scabbard.

“Master, What do we do with the bodies”

The female among the four individuals sounded.

Giovanni turned facing the doorway.

“Set the mansion ablaze”

He gently walks to the exit, the rest of the Landon family properties will be sold to compensate the master for mental damages.

Joe Landon has no family, he is an old man who has been flexing with young girls all his life, this death serves him right.

“Yes, master!”

The four individuals sounded at the same ti
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