At that moment, the cleaner assassin looked at his shadow. I didn't think you could guess what was real, but nevertheless, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, which means you will never leave here alive. Marcy sprouted from where she was and said, "You still think you have the upper hand here. You are blinded by your overconfidence. How can you fight someone you cannot see? And how confident are you in fighting an enemy you cannot kill?" With that, the cleaner assassin activated a device mechanism on his cloak and became invisible to the naked eye. Marcy became hesitant and nervous at the same time. Moore's face became expressionless and void of any demeanor. Marcy yelled out, "He is using nanotechnology to blend the light rays around him to make himself appear invisible." Moore sighed in understanding. He closed his eyes tightly, in a disciplined and well-coordinated manner, and began to move and attack a particular spot with all his might. To the naked eye, he was attacking the surrounding air, but to the trained eye, he was fighting an opponent. After a round of intense fighting, a sound was heard followed by a scream of pain and agony. At this moment, the figure of the cleaner assassin appeared again with a black eye and blood sprouting from his mouth. He took some time to compose himself before saying, "I see you know the blind technique of Aikido. This technique was said to have been lost through the ages."How do you know such an ancient technique?" Speaking nonchalantly, Moore replied, "Does it matter where I learned it, or the fact that I am able to see through your illusion once again?" The cleaner assassin asked, "Who are you really?" Marcy raised an eyebrow before replying, "Now you want to know? Were you really that proud to know before?" Moore chuckled before saying, "You know who I really am? Why ask again? Or didn't you do your investigation before taking the assignment?" The cleaner assassin replied, "Nobody told me I would be dealing with an extraordinary master." He thought for a while before saying, "It doesn't matter. You will have to die today." Moore replied, "Still confident, are you?" He took his stance again, activating his invisible shield while creating many afterimages of himself, while laughing maniacally. "I told you, your death is imminent," a voice could be heard all around. These were the voices of all the afterimages created by the cleaner assassin amidst the surroundings. The voices echoed from afar, but at the same time, very near. From the sound, these words could be heard, "There is no shame in dying," as if trying to confuse Moore. Moore took a deep breath before releasing a burst of energy that pierced through everything within a square mile of the area. The cleaner assassin was sent flying through the air before crashing down heavily on the ground. He was in a state of despondency once again. He could not fathom how Moore could have dispelled his best moves with ease. A feeling of dejection came over him from the loss of hope and courage, and in a low spirit, he could only stare at Moore and Marcy for a while.
Finally, he spoke again. "Since I have failed in my mission to kill you, I have nothing left to live for," he said. He tossed his sword over to Moore and said, "Grant me a merciful death as my last request." Moore replied, "You don't deserve the honor of a merciful death. What awaits you is pain and agony." Marcy chimed in, "Would you have granted us a merciful death if you were in our shoes?" His face was filled with a grim expression as he could feel his internal organs exploding. His internal injuries were severe. Asking for a merciful death was all he could do. He brought out a hidden dagger and was about to stab himself, but Moore reacted quickly, using his sword to deflect the dagger and sending it far away. He looked at Moore with disbelief and shouted, "Why? Why don't you want to kill me, yet you don't want me to kill myself? What do you want from me?" Moore replied, "You must be held accountable for all you have done. Killing you would have been merciful and given you an easy way out." Marcy added, "Keeping you alive to face the shame and humiliation is a far better punishment than death." With that in mind, she walked towards where the sword was and took it. Moving slowly towards the cleaner assassin, she wore a deadly aura, devoid of any expression or demeanor. In one swift motion, she sliced off the slender joints attached to either hand. Eight fingers, in total, fell to the ground without thumbs. The cleaner assassin screamed in pain and agony, his face turning pale as he breathed heavily. He stared hard at Marcy while thinking about what she had done to him. He could hardly believe it. Was this my retribution? My karma? Moore spoke up. "Now you understand, death would have been merciful to you. This is your just reward," he said. Marcy continued, "I told you only pain and agony await you in the future. This is a fate far worse than death – living in humiliation and facing the consequences of your past crime." The cleaner assassin screamed, "I will get my revenge, whether in this life or the next." Marcy looked at him with disdain. A thought came over her – maybe I should just cut off his tongue. Moore, who seemed to have understood what Marcy was thinking, immediately said no. Reaching out to Marcy, he instructed her, "It's over. Let's go now. His fate is sealed."
Meanwhile, somewhere out of sight in town, Tony Blend sat on his throne-like seat, sipping a glass of fine wine. One of his lackeys came rushing in with an urgent message from the spies. Tony Blend nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for the lackey to continue. "Boss, it seems the cleaner assassin has been defeated. Reports indicate he has lost eight of his fingers." Tony Blend rubbed his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "It seems that Moore Alexander is not to be toyed with. If he can deal with the number five assassin on the continent, I will have to get the number one assassin to deal with him." The lackey thought for a moment before asking, "Boss, do you mean JuJu?"