Back at his accommodation, Alexander stood on the balcony outside his room, gazing at the scenery below.
Clearly, the ten thousand gold coin bounty on his head, publicly announced on the dark list by Hurricane City, was causing trouble. In a short span of time, Alexander had been ambushed by wave after wave of assassins.
Who knew how many greedy killers were heading towards Lake City? If these assassins had been formidable, it would have been bearable, but their strength was disappointing.
Alexander found them incredibly annoying, like buzzing flies around his ears. Squash one, and another appears.
He needed a plan to eradicate these pests once and for all and prevent any future disturbances.
After a while, Alexander came up with an idea.
...
Ella was comfortably lying in the bathtub.
That damned Alexander had beaten her to a pulp, feeling as if every bone in her body was broken; it had taken her two days to fully recover.
