If it comes down to killing, the young man Zethro Azrael Hattson is an expert. He was known as the Beast on the battlefield, and he is the most terrifying personality both inside and outside the Society.

He kills people for a living and has the ability to smashed heads in under a minute. He is the Organization’s count and one of the most skilled individuals when it comes to disarming bad guys.

He carefully monitored every move of the person ordered by their Organization’s supreme judge while holding the earpiece over his left ear. The appearance of the person he was targeting the joy as he talked to the partner of the company who was eventually chopping the Whiskey in his right hand can be traced to sitting at an empty table.

He is already impatient, but he must weigh his options before acting, because doing so may endanger him.

“Don’t be too eager to kill, Zeth; just a friendly reminder that the Organization wants him in our custody; all you have to do is to harm him of your own volition.”

Cain’s voice could be heard. One of his most trusted men when it came to computer manipulation and hacking systems with his servers. Cain is currently manipulating his link.

“Don’t preach to me, Cain; I know what I’m doing.” It remained silent and silent. Who could possibly have the audacity to argue with Asia’s most unkillable Count? None.

Mr. Patterson became aware of the situation when he stood up. He exited the restaurant and appears to be on his way to his car, which is parked in the lot. He followed the man in the shadows, who seemed oblivious to what was possible.

He simply reached for the gun in the holster and is silently following Mr. Patterson in the parking lot. While walking, the man resembles dizziness, and Zethro has no idea that it’s all because of alcohol. This is a big man he’s after, and it’s a miracle that no bodyguard has followed him this far.

When the man turned around and was shaken, Zethro leaned over and quickly hid himself in the nearest wall. He appears to have gone unnoticed as a result of the alcohol in his system.

Mr. Patterson is humming a song and was about to open the car door, but Zethro stepped out and is now pointing the tip of the gun at Mr. Patterson’s head. The man raised his hand, surprised by the sudden occurrence.

“Who are you?” he inquired, but he did not respond immediately. Before he spoke, he felt the man. The parking lot was dark, and he knew he wasn’t facing the man in front of him.

“I am the one who has been tasked with killing you here and there.”

“Zeth, that’s not the plan; if you disobey the rule, I’m sure you’ll face—”

The only sound in the entire area was the loud thud of a gun being fired around the parking lot. Mr.’s body leapt onto the hood of his car. Patterson slid down the hill slowly.

“Mygod, Zethro. You just killed a man who isn’t a member of the Organization’s law.” He blew the muzzle of the gun and didn’t listen to the agitated Cain on the other end of the line.

He was about to deposit when the gunman on the speeding motorcycle marched in front of him, attempting to pull out the gun and shooting him.

“Shit! That’s Mr. Patterson’s hired men,” Cain exclaimed, but Zethro dodged the bullet by rolling on the floor and soaring into the bottom of every parked car in the lot. He is unable to respond because the man who continues to shoot at him isn’t a member of the Society. His only target for today was Mr. Patterson.

When he was shot, another speeding motorcycle came to a stop in front of him, but he did not move and slowly crawled towards his parked car, which was only a few feet away.

“Is the brute where he should be?”

“It’s just there in every depth of the car, and it’s stupid, which is a disadvantage that will undoubtedly sting eventually.”

“He killed Mr. Patterson. We should do the most anticipating part of what he did to our boss,” he heard the two men say, and when he arrived at the parked car, he jumped inside and started the engine.

The two men drew their gaze in his direction and are now pointing the gun at him, but he opened the light bulb of his car, which is why those two can’t focus on his location to point the gun at him.

He started the vehicle without ceremony and collided with two motors that were blocking his path. The force of the impact caused a motor to collide with the wall and eventually explode, while the riders shot indiscriminately at the car he was maneuvering out of.

“The first Head of Superior got the news that you killed Mr. Patterson, Zethro. It’s a good damn thing he isn’t mad, but get ready. You will be called in the Organization to explain,” Cain announced, but he felt no fear or nervousness.

“Because the First Head of Superior knew that I can do killing rather than talking shits, that’s my asset Cain, and you should know that by now.”

Cain laughed on the other line, but was cut off by the feeling that a car was following him.

When he turned on the stereo, his favorite song came on in an instant. As two cars probably followed him, he expertly tilted every part of the car. He smiled at random and quickly handed the SIG550 Assault Riffle to the car’s holster before pressing the button and exiting the gun.

“Damn man, you have the most exclusive fire arm; do you really want to show Mr. Patterson’s men who is chasing you down?”

“Of course I do. They’re still alive to pay for their unwavering obedience to me now,” he said, before Cain’s laughter and his maneuvering of the Riffle he was carrying. Zethro’s car was accompanied by a motorcycle, and just as he was about to fire the gun, Cain abruptly stopped him.

“Don’t shoot. That’s Deev, and I’m asking him to follow you because Mr. Patterson’s staff is most likely following you.”

Deev’s voice rang out into his earpiece, “Hey asshole.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the way it greeted him. In terms of assisting him on the battlefield, this stupid motherfucker was his best friend.

“You won’t die on the battlefield if you don’t have backup, will you?” Deev asked again, smiling. Zethro believes that Deev is ready to face hell. He also knew that his friend was prepared for a bloody battle with him.

“Let’s show them what we’ve got. Kill those bastard’s eggs,” He protruded, and before he could tilt the car for a series of shots at the opponents, Deev was already manipulating them.

Right then and there, Zethro realized that this was one of the most important fighting skills he would never forget.