Chapter 17

Inside the surveillance room.

Ares watched the two people's ridiculous appearance and couldn't help but sneer.

What a pair of lowlifes. If these two weren't still of some use to him, he wouldn't have bothered bringing them back.

"War God! Devil Island is now completely surrounded by signal jammers. All communications have been completely cut off."

"Not only that, within 3,000 feet around Devil Island, warships are packed everywhere, and dozens of fighter jets are circling overhead."

Ares's subordinate hurriedly reported.

The situation was critical—they couldn't afford to waste any more time.

"Damn it! Damn it! This is too much! Do they really think I, Ares, am someone to mess with? How dare they blockade Devil Island!"

Ares slammed his palm on the table in front of him, smashing it to pieces, yet his hand showed no sign of injury.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the surveillance screens.

Countless planes kept circling in the sky. Clearly, the enemy had no intention of letting him escape.

If they showed any sign of fleeing, those fighter jets would swarm out and blow them to pieces in an instant.

Although Devil Island was their temporary base, they hadn't brought much food. With so many people, forget a month—they couldn't even last half a month.

When that time came, they wouldn't need Damien to lift a finger—they had starve to death on their own.

Ares's eyes were red as he crushed his phone to dust. Now that they couldn't contact headquarters, the phone was useless anyway.

The only option was to rally their forces and fight to the death.

"Put all those serums in bottles and lock them in the safe. This is the most important thing. Even if you all die, nothing can happen to these. They absolutely cannot fall into their hands," Ares said coldly.

"Yes! War God!" His subordinates quickly nodded.

They had been planning for years, all for this moment. Just when success was within reach, Damien suddenly returned, and everything fell apart.

"Since you want to play, let's play. The Celestial Temple's dignity won't tolerate provocation from a small Shadow Sect."

A cold smile appeared on Ares's lips.

On the warship outside Devil Island.

Damien sat leisurely on the deck, swirling his wine glass, completely at ease. In his mind, the people on Devil Island were already trapped prey.

He would make Ares crawl out on his knees.

"My Lord! Ares must know about our moves by now. Should we launch a direct attack? After all, delays could lead to complications."

"No need. You've seen Devil Island's terrain—it's easy to defend and hard to attack. Every assassin we've trained is precious. There's no need for pointless sacrifices. We'll wait here for a few days. Consider it a vacation."

Damien said with a smile, utterly unconcerned.

When Ares was starving and came crawling out, he would show those bastards at the Celestial Temple who the real king of the underground world was.

Meanwhile, at Celestial Temple headquarters.

"What's going on? Why did Ares's signal suddenly cut out?"

"No need to worry. He must have run into people from the Shadow Sect. Prepare the lab equipment right away. As soon as those serums arrive, we'll start the experiments."

"That's right. Once we develop the poison, the so-called Shadow Sect will become nothing but smoke and mirrors."

"The Celestial Temple is the true king of the underground."

Little did they know, their prized War God Ares was already trapped on Devil Island.

Night fell. Damien walked on the deck, taking in the situation on Devil Island across from him.

Ares and his men showed no movement. They were probably making their last desperate stand. This gave him time to investigate everything thoroughly.

It was now confirmed that Sophia wasn't the Brown family's biological daughter—the Rh-null blood proved that.

Back then, New York's most powerful Brown family had adopted her as their daughter. Was someone pulling strings behind the scenes, or was it an innocent adoption?

Besides that, there was the Celestial Temple behind the Ford family. He wouldn't let them stay smug for long. After dealing with these threats, Damien planned to take Sophia back to New York to investigate her origins thoroughly.

But first, he had to eliminate everyone who dared challenge him, and show the Celestial Temple and those old folks at the Assassin Alliance who the real king of the underground world was.

The night passed in a flash.

Dawn broke. Dozens of fighter jets still circled above Devil Island without pause.

The missiles on the warships and the torpedoes in the submarines were all in position. With one word from Damien, they could bombard Devil Island and level it to the ground.

Damien basked in the sunlight, looking exceptionally calm as he elegantly ate breakfast. Various fish caught from the ocean had been grilled and gave off tempting aromas.

Damien ate grilled fish while listening to his subordinates' reports.

"My Lord! According to our latest intel, the assassin teams have reached Europe. Those leaders' heads will be taken soon."

"All of the Celestial Temple's strongholds here have been completely wiped out! That War God Ares is now trapped on Devil Island with nowhere else to go."

"My Lord! Let me lead my men to attack. I guarantee we can take Devil Island within half a day and capture Ares alive."

His subordinates kept volunteering, all eager to distinguish themselves.

They understood that since the Lord's return, the Shadow Sect was no longer an obscure underground organization. It would eventually rise above the entire world and become the strongest assassin organization in the world.

The Celestial Temple was their first target for establishing dominance.

A bunch of old men who only knew how to play power games—how were they qualified to lead the world's assassin organizations? Only their king deserved to lead such a powerful organization.

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Damien's lips curved into a smile, his eyes as calm as still water.

"Don't rush. Follow my orders. Wait three more days. Let's see if Ares can crawl out on his knees and beg me for mercy."

"Yes, my Lord!"

The three assassin team leaders suddenly dropped to their knees without a word.

Whether it was Tiger, Falcon, or Ironclaw, they all followed Damien unconditionally, willing to go through hell and high water.

Since Damien was surrounding the island without attacking, he definitely had his reasons. They just needed to follow orders.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

During this time, the Celestial Temple people were beside themselves with anxiety, calling Ares countless times, but none of the calls went through.

Of course, they didn't know that Devil Island's communications had been forcibly cut off by Damien. They could neither make calls nor receive any messages.

Unable to contact Ares and with no news about the serum, the Celestial Temple members were furious, slamming their fists on tables.

But they didn't know that a group of well-trained assassins was about to move in silently and deliver all their heads to Damien.