Chapter 151: Kyle Appears Again

Eugene turned to look, as he'd just seen a ghost.

The hulking figure stepped fully into the dim light.

Bare-chested, his bronze skin was covered in a horrifying web of scars. His gray eyes churned with a chilling, savage bloodlust.

It was the original 'Blood-Pit Executioner'—Kyle!

"Kyle?"

Eugene's entire body shook violently. "You... how are you still alive?! Didn't Leo kill you?!"

It wasn't just Eugene.

Wayne, lying in a pool of blood, and the few Gray Cloaks members who'd somehow survived—they all stared like they'd seen a ghost at the man who shouldn't be standing there.

The Blood-Pit Executioner, Kyle!

He was supposed to be the Gray Cloaks' ace card sent to take down Leo!

According to their intel, Leo should have beaten him to death!

How could he... how could he be standing here completely unharmed?

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Eugene's ghostly expression, Kyle threw his head back in wild, exhilarated laughter.

"Surprised? Shocked?"

Kyle rolled his neck, his gray eyes glinting with mockery. "You arrogant old bastards actually thought I was dead?"

"How could this be..." Eugene's voice trembled.

"Want to know why?"

Leo exhaled a stream of smoke and strolled casually to Kyle's side, lips curling into an amused smile. "Then I'll be generous and tell you—I never killed him."

"Because I didn't want to be controlled like a dog, threatened with what matters most. That bone-deep rage and helplessness? I understood it all too well."

Kyle's fists clenched tight. "So I offered him a deal."

Leo turned to Eugene. "Fake his death. Then go rescue his wife and daughter—the ones you'd been holding prisoner for ten years."

"In exchange, he'd help me deliver a killing blow to you rats when it counted."

"Kyle!"

Eugene pointed at Kyle and erupted in a hysterical roar. "You ungrateful traitor!"

"The Gray Cloaks took you in when you were a homeless orphan! We trained you, gave you power, made you the Blood-Pit Executioner!"

"Without the Gray Cloaks, you would've starved to death on the streets! And you dare betray us?!"

Facing Eugene's accusations, Kyle showed no trace of guilt—only endless scorn and fury.

"Took me in? Trained me?"

Kyle stepped toward Eugene, sneering. "You turned me into a killing machine from childhood, made me crawl through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stained my hands with innocent blood!"

"That's what you call kindness?"

"You kidnapped my wife and daughter! Locked them in a pitch-black dungeon! Used their lives to threaten me into being your dog!"

"That's what you call the Gray Cloaks' mercy?"

"You..." Eugene was struck speechless.

"And you still have the nerve to call me a traitor?"

Kyle laughed coldly. "In my eyes, you butchers wrapped in justice's cloak are the filthiest, most despicable scum that deserve to die!"

"Shut up!"

Eugene trembled with rage, jabbing his finger at Kyle. "I don't care what excuses you have! Betrayal is betrayal! You traitor—you'll die a horrible death!"

"The Gray Cloaks won't let you go! The Evernight Order won't let you go! You and your family will all—"

Before he could finish.

Kyle flashed forward like lightning, his thick hand clamping around Eugene's throat and lifting the frail body clean off the ground.

Eugene's legs kicked desperately, trying to break free, but he was as helpless as a chicken in an eagle's talons.

"Weren't you so talkative? Keep going."

Kyle's gray eyes blazed with violence. "Today I'll show you what real betrayal looks like!"

Eugene squeezed out his last bit of strength, forcing out the words, "Kill me... and you still... won't escape!"

Leo walked forward slowly, looking down at Eugene from above. "I'd like to see just how capable the Evernight Order really is."

With that, Leo turned, his gaze sweeping over the surviving Gray Cloaks members trembling in the hall.

"Listen up."

Leo's voice echoed through the empty council chamber. "I'm giving you one chance to live."

"Whoever tells me the Evernight Order's secrets—where their headquarters is, who the nine councilors are, what kind of power they control..."

"Whoever gives me something useful gets to live."

At those words, everyone in the hall held their breath.

But before anyone could speak—

"Bah!"

Eugene, still gripped by Kyle's hand, used his last bit of strength to spit a mouthful of bloody saliva at Leo.

"Dream on!"

Eugene's face twisted viciously. "We Gray Cloaks would rather die! You think you can get Evernight Order secrets out of us? Impossible!"

"Is that so?"

Leo wiped the blood from his face, his expression completely flat. "Then you can die."

He gave Kyle a slight nod.

Kyle understood. His hand tightened suddenly.

The crisp sound of breaking bone echoed through the silent hall with startling clarity.

Eugene's neck snapped. His body dropped like a broken sack.

Watching Eugene's gruesome death, the remaining Gray Cloaks members were scared out of their minds.

Leo slowly turned, sweeping his gaze like the Grim Reaper over each person.

"Anyone else want to show that kind of backbone?"

Deathly silence.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet Leo's eyes.

Just then—

"I... I'll talk!"

A weak voice came from the pool of blood.

It was Wayne.

The once-untouchable Grand Elder now lay covered in blood like a dog, his voice filled with the humility of someone begging for life.

"Reaper... please... spare me..."

Wayne knocked his head against the ground desperately, each blow splitting his forehead open. "I'll talk... I'll tell you everything... just let me live..."

Leo walked up to him, looking down from above. "Speak."

"I... I really don't know the Evernight Order's core secrets..."

Wayne said tremulously. "The Gray Cloaks may nominally be under the Evernight Order, but in reality, people at our level can't touch the real core..."

"But... but..."

Wayne suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "The Valois family! Louis Valois definitely knows!"

"He's the highest-ranking public representative of the Evernight Order! All orders come down through him!"

"And... and..."

Wayne racked his brain desperately, terrified his information wouldn't be valuable enough. "The Templar Knights are the Evernight Order's real trump card! Those monsters possess power beyond human limits!"

"If you can capture Louis, you can definitely make him talk! You'll definitely find the Evernight Order's lair!"

After hearing Wayne's words, Leo fell silent for a moment.

Then he gave Olivia a look.

Olivia walked forward expressionlessly, raising her Desert Eagle.

"No... no... You said... You said you'd let me live..."

Wayne's eyes widened in terror as he scrambled backward.

"I did say that."

Leo said flatly. "But I never said you'd leave here alive."

The gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole exploded in Wayne's forehead. He collapsed unwillingly into the pool of blood.

Then—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dense gunfire erupted throughout the council chamber.

Within minutes.

This centuries-old stronghold of the Gray Cloaks had been reduced to a silent graveyard.

Leo lit another cigar, took a deep drag, and turned toward the exit.

"Olivia."

"Sir!"

"Order the Shadow Squad to assemble in Paris."

Leo exhaled smoke, his eyes blazing with savage fighting spirit. "Since the Templar Knights want to come, I'll go to France and have a proper meeting with them."

"And while I'm at it... I'll chop up that old bastard hiding in Paris, skin and bones together."

"Yes, Boss!"

Kyle walked to Leo's side, his voice solemn. "Leo, my family's been safely transferred to your secret base in Switzerland. I'll remember this debt forever."

"When you go to France, I'm coming with you."

Determination flashed in Kyle's eyes. "I've avenged myself on the Gray Cloaks, but those bastards at the Evernight Order—I want them to pay too."

Leo clapped Kyle on the shoulder. "Let's go."

"Paris, France is waiting for us."

In the swirling snow, the group strode over the corpses and blood, walking out of the castle that had become a tomb.

The Apache's rotors whirred to life again.