Chapter 50

Late at night, the hustle and bustle of Viridis State finally fell completely silent.

The streets were empty, with only dim streetlights swaying in the night breeze, casting mottled shadows.

Jack lay in the darkness, eyes tightly closed, breathing steadily.

Just then, in the quiet room, a figure appeared eerily.

The figure seemed to peel away from the thick darkness itself, appearing without any warning in the shadowy corner of the bedroom.

Not even a whisper of air movement accompanied it.

The next moment, the figure moved.

Fast.

Incredibly fast.

Like a bolt of black lightning, it instantly tore through the darkness, suffused with killing intent, lunging straight at Jack on the bed.

No words, no hesitation.

In her hand, she gripped a pitch-black dart.

The blade reflected a heart-stopping cold gleam in the faint moonlight, aimed directly at Jack's throat, as if Death's scythe were already at his neck.

However.

Just as the dart was about to touch Jack's skin.

The sharp dart suddenly stopped dead.

In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes went still.

She looked down in surprise.

The dart was caught between two fingers.

No matter how hard Freya tried, she couldn't push it forward even a bit.

Jack, who had seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

In those eyes, there was no trace of sleepy confusion, only the sharp, cold gleam of a beast.

Jack didn't sit up, didn't even lift his body from the pillow.

He just raised his eyes to look at Freya, who was now straddling him.

By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, Jack could see the female assassin's outfit clearly.

She wore a tight black ninja suit, the fabric seeming tailor-made for her body, hugging every inch of her skin, outlining breathtaking curves.

The neckline exposed a patch of skin that stood out starkly against the black clothing, like a white flower blooming in the night.

Most eye-catching were her long legs.

Because of her position straddling Jack, her legs were slightly apart, knees bent, presenting a posture full of explosive power.

Those legs were straight and well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, with smooth and graceful muscle lines, full of healthy beauty.

The black fabric wrapped around her thighs, yet couldn't hide their firm and elastic quality.

However, Jack's gaze only swept over once, not lingering too long on her legs.

His eyes were cold as he looked at Freya.

"Who are you?"

This was a military camp.

For Freya to silently infiltrate his room, she definitely wasn't ordinary.

Freya didn't answer.

She placed her other hand on top.

Again, she tried to force the dart down.

But.

Jack's seemingly slender two fingers were like iron clamps, completely unmoved.

"It's useless."

A mocking smile curved Jack's lips.

The next moment.

Jack's fingers applied slight pressure.

Instantly, Freya's dart was snapped in half by Jack.

Freya's pupils suddenly contracted.

This dart was incredibly hard.

Yet Jack had snapped it with just two fingers.

How much strength would that take?

This guy... was he even human?

After a brief moment of shock.

Freya quickly recovered.

Her hands curled into claws, reaching for Jack's neck.

The air seemed to crack as she struck.

Freya's fingers were delicate and small, but her speed was as fast as tiger claws—if she succeeded, snapping Jack's neck wouldn't be difficult.

However, before her hands could reach Jack's neck, a powerful force exploded at her chest. Jack punched Freya in the chest.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if she had been hit by a speeding car.

She grunted, flew backward, and slammed heavily into the wall with a dull thud.

"Cough, cough..."

Freya clutched her chest, struggling to stand, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

She stared at Jack, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.

What kind of monster was this man?

"Who sent you to kill me?"

Jack slowly got up from the bed, bare feet on the floor, upper body naked, revealing a muscular physique.

Freya didn't answer.

She just drew a short blade from her waist and assumed a fighting stance.

"If you won't talk, then you'll pay with your life."

Jack shook his head, a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

The next second.

Jack's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

Freya's vision blurred, then she felt a powerful force strike from behind.

"Bang!"

She was sent flying again, crashing heavily to the floor.

This time, she had no strength left to get back up.

Jack walked up to her, looking down at her from above.

"Not bad skills, but if you want to kill me, you're far from ready."

Jack crouched down and reached out to tear off the mask covering her face.

The mask fell away, revealing a cold and stunningly beautiful face, now somewhat twisted with pain.

Jack looked at this face, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Morgan? Isabella, or...?"

Jack asked tentatively.

Freya remained silent, only a flash of stubbornness in her eyes.

"Pretty tight-lipped."

Jack stood up, took a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Through the swirling smoke, his eyes became somewhat distant.

Jack pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Freya, looking down at her.

"From your outfit, I would say you're a ninja, right?"

"Kogara School or Igaru School?"

Hearing these two ancient and fate-laden terms, Freya's previously lifeless pupils suddenly contracted.

Clearly, she hadn't expected this man in a foreign military camp to see through her background at a glance and even accurately name the two major ninja lineages.

Jack exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze playful as he studied her.

"Not talking? Then I'll take that as confirmation."

Jack flicked his ash, his tone casual as if discussing the weather. "The way you used that dart just now, that instant burst of power—very fast. And you're extremely good at hiding your presence. That's different from the Igaru style."

"Also, the way you held the knife just now was a reverse grip. That grip is very much like what the Kogara School teaches."

"But when did the Kogara School start taking on dirty assassination jobs? Or are you just a fake who learned a bit of the surface stuff?"

"I'm not a fake!"

Freya finally couldn't help but speak, her voice weak but carrying a stubborn pride. "I'm from the Jenkins..."

Halfway through, she seemed to realize she'd said too much and abruptly shut her mouth.

"Jenkins?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, a gleam flashing in his eyes.