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... and killers exchanged bewildered glances.

They honestly didn't know the full story. All they were aware of was that the Guildmaster—and especially Lord Rocky—harbored an intense killing intent toward the golden-haired girl.

As for John, well, he had simply gotten entangled with her, which had caused him to become a target too.

"Big brother, we really don't know anything. We're just following orders!" the lead assassin wailed, his face a mask of helplessness and regret. < ...

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