I was cornered..? Guess not.

"If no one knows how I look like, I'm the greatest and strongest here!!"

The ones who were sent to collect my dead body, soon arrived.

While I was not the type to keep grudges, but this time, it was different, I was bound to destroy the Underworld.

So I began my plan, the first step was to kill these people.

"Oi, Kid." Said a man in casual clothes calling out to me, I responded as "Huh? Need anything?"

"Have you seen an old man around here? We are supposed to take him to the hospital."

"Hospital? What a joke." Was a thought that occured to me, since I know what they would have done if I had been caught by them.

"So, answer me."

"No sir, I was just passing by, I don't know much about here."

I walked up to that man with an innocent face and asked if he needed anything more.

But that man quickly tried to punch me, I didn't know how and why, I just felt a strong gust of wind and blocked it with my palm.

"You have got good reflexes kid, Tell me! Where did you hide the body you bastard!"

"He was the one who hid the body?"

"This little kid did that?" The subordinates of that man started chattering, but as they didn't know how to fight, the only choice they had was to move back.

There were 9 men there, 4 of them armed with bullet proof Armor and weaponry.

And one, skilled in martial arts, also the one that dated to punch me.

"This guy's associated with the old man, even if he is not, we can still sell his organs for some money! Kill him! Open fire!"

The marksmen started firing their bullets straight at me, it was time I made them taste their own medicine.

I ran away from them, they followed, but how long would they follow me for? 10 minutes? 20 minutes? Or even more than that.

I waited for them in an alley, the moment they got there.

I killed them.

"How can we be defeated by this little kid!?"

"Argh! No way! I cannot accept this!"

Were the words coming out of the men that could still keep themselves together.

"You fucking cunts, You dare kill John?" I asked; "The hell do you mean John? He's already dead by my superiors, Yoo Jinhyuk." The martial artist replied.

"I don't have any use for you guys now, after killing you guys, I'm going to kill those underdogs as well." I said before smashing their heads on the ground killing them without hesitation.

I was trained since I was 7, I never felt sorrow for those who died and those who were killed by me, infact, it made me satisfied.

"You're an assassin since birth, kill if I tell you to." Were the words engraved into my mind.

Now for the remaining people, how do I kill them?

Ah well, Maybe I should just ask them how they want to die.

Without any time to waste, I quickly disguised myself by hiding behind the windows of my house.

"They went after the kid, why aren't those bastards back yet!?"

They had called for reinforcement, it was the same man that was with the 4 guys who launched a combination attack.

A large amount of adrenaline rushed into my body, all I felt was pure malice for him, I wanted to end his life, But as a Killer, I cannot afford to risk my life just to kill someone.

"Let me wait for the right time."

"Boss! The guys who went for that little kid are all dead now! It seems like they were ambushed with a lot of people, all of them have a hole full of black ink in their necks.

"That little kid has a bigger background than I expected! Send all the guys under me to catch that little piece of shit!"

"Now's the right time." I loaded my pen with an ink cartridge once again and changed my bloody clothes into a grey hoodie and brown baggy pants.

"They shouldn't notice me, right?" Is what I thought, but what is happening!?

Why am I cornered!? Wasn't everything going accordingly to my plan!?

"Zen Shi

Origin:Chinese

Trait:Smell."

"Fuck, why the hell do you have a keen sense of smell!?" I asked, that man replied "In an industry, those who are more curious are the first to die."

Around me, were trained professionals with handguns, and all I had was pen.

What could I do to kill them all without getting a fatal injury!?

Ah.... John remember... Shit! Remember the times when I worked as a killer!!

Oh. I get it.

They cannot fire, when a target is moving continuously so they don't harm their team members.

I start using the various Footworks I learnt by practicing every kind of martial arts in the world.

"Fuck! Why are you bouncing around!"

"Just because you can't, doesn't mean I won't." I said, directing to that man because of his large frame and a fat physique.

That man couldn't control his anger and accidentally shit his teammates.

The injured teammates also shot back at them, killing all of them once and for all.

Now it was just me and the guy from the 4 brothers.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes I am ready. John."

"How the hell do you know about my Identity!?"

"I just guessed, was I right?" He chuckled, as he was taunting me to come pick a fight.

"It won't matter, no one else will know that I'm John, because they will all be killed by my hands."

"Let us start, Mr. John."

"Sure."

The man had a keen sense of smell, but there was also one more thing he was good at. Strength.

The time when I was working as a Killer, I heard the news, that there was another orphan that specialises in strength and attack power.

"Shit."

TO BE CONTINUED