"Emissary, the man sent by Master Beaumont has already gone to assassinate."
After sending those people away, Roosevelt Chopter knelt before Jay King, saying with utmost reverence.
Thinking of Julius Reed about to be killed, a smile appeared on his face.
"In the end, they've forced us to take this step."
Jay King stood in front of the window.
Looking at the sea in the dark night, his face showed no trace of emotion.
He lowered his head to stare at his right hand wrapped in bandages, snorting lightly, "What's the point of a moment's bravery? In the end, don't we all end up as a pile of dust?"
The people brought by Brysen Beaumont were all experts.
Even Jay King, who had been continuously thwarted, felt that the lineup his grandmother had sent was a bit of an overkill.
To kill just a boy.
Even with Aron Jackson interfering, it wasn't anything difficult.
Was it necessary to trouble Brysen Beaumont himself?
