8 Born to Kill VIII

Nineteen years later.

Red Night Headquarters, main palace.

"Old Yi, that girl you picked nineteen years ago is trouble.

"Her missions' success rate is impeccable and every year her number of completed missions makes a high increase," said a middle-aged man clad in purple wide-sleeved robes sitting in the high throne of the main hall in the middle of the night as he passed his dark eyes through some papers.

"This old man was thinking the same, Palace Master.

"I have already arranged everything for her demise," an old man wearing a black robe said from below.

"You haven't lost your wariness, I guess," said another old man clad in the same clothes as the one addressed as Old Yi.

"Hmph, would you be happy if I lost it, First Elder?"

"Hah, why would I? Do you think you are a threat for me or something, Third Elder?"

"Haa-," a third person with a pink jade mask and wearing the same clothes sighed.

"What, you got a problem, Second Elder?" growled the First Elder.

"Enough.

"Old Yi, make sure to take care of it as soon as possible."

"Is it that urgent, Palace Master?" asked the First Elder; he felt their Palace Master was being more cautious than the old faggot he came to hate.

"It's just…"

'I have never been able to read what… huh?'

"Second Elder, is there anything wrong?" The Palace Master asked when he saw the Second Elder was staring intently at the big redwood door.

'This light scent… blood?

'Hah, it's too late. She came first…' the Second Elder smirked under his pink jade mask without answering at the Palace Master.

BOOM! The big redwood door was slammed open.

"Fuuu- Yo, were you talking about this beauty?" giggled a beautiful young woman of long black hair after blowing out smoke from her scarlet mouth.