Winner Takes All
Chapter 358 The Demand Of “Azrael”

According to the rules of the Assassin Squad, the killer ranked number one on the Azrael list would adopt the name "Azrael".

It was supposed to be a name that the rest would fight over but when that man appeared, it was as if it was exclusively his to hold. This lasted for twenty over years! Even when there were countless new killers, the title of "Azrael" never changed hands. He became a legend among the assassins and a myth of the entire dark net.

A simple login into his account sent tidal waves across the entire world and the dark net. Numerous messages started to pop up from all parts of the world.

Even more people started to trace where the person login from. There must be a reason behind this myth and legend. Even more organizations wanted to recruit this legend. The entire dark net went silent afte a message was posted on the Assassin Squad homepage.

Azrael: In the name of Azrael, revoke the hit order on Jack. Any violators would be visited by Azrael!

A simple message appeared under the Reaper's Scythe on the blood-red page of the Assassin Squad. This was a special authority given to "Azrael" by the Assassin Squad to be able to post freely on the homepage of the Assassin Squad.

As soon as this message was posted. The blood-red page and Reaper's Scythe swiftly disappeared. All those who followed the page were shocked.

The hit order on Jack issued by the Assassin Squad had sent huge waves across the dark net. Firstly because Jack was one of the potential heirs to the Hughes family and secondly, the order attracted many killers on the Azrael list but failed in their attempts.

When "Azrael" posted his demands on this matter, it had once again pushed the interests in this to its peak. Azrael who practically disappeared from the scene for over twenty years now logged into the Assassin Squad just to state his demands to cancel the hit order on Jack?

What was the relationship between them?

The message posted by "Azrael" was like the Trident of Poseidon. The message suppressed the turbulent emotions of fear and seduction of the price money on Jack's life. It managed to force everyone to stand down. Otherwise, Azrael would visit the violators!

No one could ever take endure such a horror.

No one on the Assassin Squad dared to compete against "Azrael", otherwise the title of "Azrael" wouldn't have been held by one person for more than twenty years.

Those who wanted to trace the origin of the login were disappointed when suddenly the account was logged out. They couldn't trace it anymore. This proved that "Azrael" logged in because of Jack. A legend who disappeared for over twenty years came to the dark net just to protect Jack.

When "Azrael" logged out, the Dark Net Assassin Squad returned to normal.

Under the watchful eyes of those who monitored the Assassin Squad, they were shocked when within five minutes of "Azrael" appearing, the Dark Net Assassin Squad rescinded their hit order on Jack! Not only the killers were terrified, but the Assassin Squad themselves were also terrified of "Azrael" and canceled the order on their own. Nothing like this had ever happened at the Assassin Squad. But tonight it would not be peaceful on the dark net. Though the login period was short, everyone felt the terror a legend of over twenty years could bring.

In the dark room, Brown slowly exhaled the thick cigarette smoke as he stared into the computer monitor. He seemed to be thinking about something as he smiled bitterly.

"For twenty over years I didn't expect these people to be so useless. Could it be that I shouldn't have vied for the title of Azrael? My position as Azrael had practically frozen the assassin industry for twenty over years!"

Brown looked at his cigarette and then snuffed it out.

He stretched his back and then laughed, "Jack, this is one of the few things that your uncle can do for you. You will have to walk the rest of the path. The Hughes family isn't a simple place. Even your father is helpless at times."

He rubbed his face and returned to the previous coldness, "It's about time I returned to the black hell or those devils will start to riot."

The words were simple but each was spoken with immense confidence.

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The next morning. The bright sunlight brought with it new life opportunities. It was as if things were back to normal.

Darkness and light do not coexist but that did not mean that the tidal waves of the dark net would not affect the real world.

At the Burton family of the capital.

Dyson woke up as per usual. He put on a robe and was in great spirits as he stood at the panel window and looked out towards the castle manor. This was once his father's room and represented the status of the head of the Burton family.

Only the head of the Burton family could stay in this bedroom.

Ever since his father's death and when he took over as the head of the family, he would stand at the window each morning to look at the Burton castle manor. He was contented and pleased with himself. It was as if he was an emperor admiring his empire.

"Would this place be mine if that animal didn't kill my father?" Dyson grinned and then thought coldly, "Jack oh Jack, you still deserved to die. The way my father treated you and yet you responded with a knife. I will revenge my father even at the expense of the family assets!"

"The Burton family could definitely afford a billion USD."

The more Dyson thought, the more he rejoiced. To him, it was a fact that Jack killed Old Master Burton. As the eldest son and after taking over as the head of the family, it was his duty to seek revenge for his father.

By spending a billion USD, he was able to cause Jack to have sleepless nights and be constantly terrified of his surroundings. Just thinking of it made Dyson extremely satisfied. When compared to his restful nights, the satisfaction became more intense.

"Jack, when you die, I will still pay respects to you even when I'm your elder!"

As he said this, someone anxiously knocked on the door.

Knock knock knock! Instantly Dyson's mood became angry and frustrated as he yelled, "A bunch of useless dogs, is your ass on fire? What's with the ruckus?"

"Mr. Burton, Sir, something awful has happened!" An anxious and terrified voice came from outside the door.

"Had someone trashed your ancestral grave?" Dyson yelled furiously.

It was silent for a couple of seconds outside the door and then someone said angrily, "I'm your third brother!"

Dyson was speechless. He took a deep breath to compose his frustration and then asked, "What happened?"

"The Dark Net Assassin Squad had rescinded the hit order on Jack!" The sentence was like a clear day thunderbolt.

Dyson shuddered and frowned furiously. The blood rushed to his head and he felt his surroundings spinning and stumbled to sit at a chair beside him.

"What happened? How did it turn out this way?"

Instantly, all his joy a moment ago evaporated and he was in disbelief and stunned, "What kind of Assassin Squad are they? Fucked up! Simply fucked up! Wasn't it stated on their rules that they won't rest until the target was dead or if I cancel the order?"