A DEATH TRAP
At Victor Kuznetsov's command, Paul, his assistant, and the few bodyguards with him followed as they climbed the mountain. With Victor were ten bodyguards, all retired special forces with incredible combat skills—none weaker than the other. Even the seemingly uneasy assistant was a trained and talented martial artist.
Victor Kuznetsov? Heh. He was even more skilled than them. That was the reason he remained as calm as a still lake in such a deadly situation.
Up the mountain, Malcolm was seen sipping tea with a calm and calculating expression. A trace of excitement flickered in his eyes as he lost himself in thought.
I wonder how high my rank will rise when I kill Victor Kuznetsov.
All the other bosses in the organization would envy him. He would be wallowing in wealth by then.
Why isn't that arrogant Kuznetsov young master here yet? Did he discover our plan? That's impossible. With his reputation, even if he knew it was a trap, he would still show up. Unless the rumor of his fearlessness is fake.
Ah… let's wait a little more, he thought.
At that very moment, Victor Kuznetsov and his subordinates had already reached the top of the mountain.
"Well, well… see who we have here. The esteemed young master of the Kuznetsov family," Malcolm spoke with an amused expression, though the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.
Victor Kuznetsov scanned the area calmly, his sharp hearing and eyes moving across the surroundings. At the mountain top were ancient buildings beside the hut, a vast field, and different kinds of trees planted across the land. He was surprised by how fertile the place looked.
Quietly, he marked the killing intent. Five hidden at the treetops, ten inside the buildings, and five disguised as maids serving Malcolm.
"Tsk… you really went to great lengths just to invite me," Victor said lightly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he sat down.
Meanwhile, his subordinates stayed on high alert, including Paul.
They had already discovered that the killers around the mountain top were fully armed with snipers. The situation was tricky, and escaping without careful planning would be difficult.
Victor sat calmly while the disguised killers served him tea. He swirled the liquid in the cup without taking a sip, his gaze locked onto Malcolm.
"What? You think I poisoned the tea? I don't kill in such a lame way. Don't be scared. Take a sip. It's good tea, and this might be your last time having it," Malcolm said, pretending to sound friendly, though cruelty dripped from every word.
"Let's go straight to business," Victor replied coldly. "I'm here because of the message you sent. According to the text, you know who killed my parents. Spill it. I don't have time for your chit-chat."
"You really have some balls, talking fearlessly on my turf!" Malcolm thundered, his dangerous gaze locked onto Victor.
But Victor remained unfazed.
"Old man, my time is precious. Every minute of it. And at your age, you shouldn't go back on your words. You brought me here because you wanted to tell me who killed my parents, right?" Victor said calmly.
"Fine!" Malcolm snapped, clearly pissed—especially after hearing the word old man. He was only fifty, yet this brat dared to make him sound ancient.
"Let me tell you why your parents were killed and who is behind their deaths. After all, you won't leave here alive!"
Victor only chuckled, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He said nothing.
Malcolm continued,
"Your parents were once members of the Red Vipers—no, the founders. They created the group with the goal of training assassins to eliminate evil people in power. For years, the organization ran smoothly, wiping out tyrants and corrupt men.
Until the day they targeted a government official rumored to traffic young girls from different countries and sell them as sex slaves. He was powerful—far more than your parents expected.
They sent their second-in-command to kill him. But he returned covered in wounds and lied that he failed and barely escaped. Because your parents trusted him, they saw nothing wrong.
What they didn't know was that he had been bought off. Nobody knows the deal they made. But the next day, your parents were brutally murdered by the man they trusted most. He succeeded because they lowered their guard."
Victor's fists clenched tightly. Rage surged in his chest.
Seeing this, Paul stepped closer and gave him a light reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Heh… can't take it anymore?" Malcolm mocked.
"Well, I'm done talking. As for who ordered their deaths—it was my boss. Nobody has ever seen his face. He wears a mask. Even at the door of death, you won't know who he is.
Time's up. It's time for you to die, Victor Kuznetsov."
"Oslo!" Malcolm barked.
"Yes, boss!" Oslo replied through the earpiece, hiding somewhere in the shadows.
"Shoot!" Malcolm ordered, his voice dripping with killing intent as his eyes darkened.