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Kenzo's face was exposed, revealing his true identity for the first time. The assassins were taken aback, expecting a rougher appearance, but instead, they were faced with a flawlessly handsome man.

"F-Finish him off!" Ivy stuttered, but her words only gave Kenzo the opportunity to reposition himself. The Silencer earned his name from the silencers attached to his gun, allowing for silent executions that wouldn't startle bystanders.

The bullet, aimed with impeccable accuracy, narrowly missed Kenzo's head. His enhanced perception allowed him to evade it by ducking at the last moment, but he was met with a powerful kick to the face. Though he managed to block it with crossed arms, the force sent him staggering backward.

Cannibal Jack quickly followed up with another attack, launching a spinning inswinging kick towards Kenzo's wounded shoulder. Limiting his options, Kenzo chose not to evade. The kick landed, but instead of faltering, Kenzo used the momentum to tackle Cannibal Jack, lifting him off the ground before brutally slamming him down.

As The Silencer unleashed a few more bullets, Kenzo took advantage of the chaos, using Jack's lifeless body as a shield. 

"Damn it!" The Silencer cursed, realizing the predicament he was in. However, Kenzo paid him no mind.

With one threat eliminated, Kenzo couldn't comprehend why the remaining two assassins were watching instead of attacking. What were their intentions? He didn't have time to ponder, as killing them would send an even louder message.

Tossing Jack's lifeless body towards his comrade wielding the gun, Kenzo charged forward. The gunman managed to evade the corpse, but Kenzo had already closed the distance. The assassin attempted to fire a shot, but Kenzo swiftly smashed his wrist between his elbow and knee, fracturing the bone.

Despite the injury, the gunman managed to release another shot, grazing Kenzo's torso. The pain was insignificant compared to the adrenaline coursing through Kenzo's veins.

Kenzo, in a desperate move, splashed the blood from his wound into the man's eyes, blinding him, and swiftly snapped his neck. Though he had managed to kill two out of the four assassins, Kenzo knew that the remaining two would pose a much greater challenge.

Ivy was in awe of the sheer display of skill, despite Kenzo's seemingly reckless fighting style, as if he believed himself to be immortal. But that couldn't be the case. There was no way he was truly immortal. Such a notion was inconceivable. However, they had a job to do.

"Why did you want us here?" Ivy asked, her curiosity piqued. Killing them couldn't be the sole reason. There had to be something more at stake.

Kenzo's breathing grew heavy, his blood loss becoming rapid. At least the bullets weren't poisoned, or he would struggle to maintain consciousness.

"I'm afraid I need just you alive," Kenzo blurted out, and before the last man could react, a bullet pierced his forehead, dropping him instantly.

Ivy didn't fully understand his words, but she refused to allow herself to be captured by the enemy. She was determined to claim his head or die trying. Charging at him, she prepared to engage in a fierce battle.

Kenzo sighed, hoping to avoid this confrontation, but it seemed he had no choice but to fight her. As she came within striking distance, she attempted an uppercut. Kenzo took a step back, worsening his wound but evading her attack.

Reaching forward to grab her neck, Kenzo's hand found no target.

"She's fast," he thought, realizing that she had already ducked to avoid his grasp and counter with a sweeping kick.

Kenzo fell flat on his back, and Ivy swiftly mounted him. She pricked him with something sharp, even though Kenzo saw no weapon in her hand. 

"You're strong," Kenzo commended her, but it was the last thing she wanted to hear.

"You're a lot weaker than I thought you would be," Ivy retorted, and Kenzo felt his energy slipping away. 

"Poison?" he thought, but his body had developed an immunity over time, rendering it less effective.

"You must be feeling it now. You can rest easy," Ivy boasted, believing she had the upper hand.

"You know, you have to pay for what your friends did to me," Kenzo muttered, shocking Ivy that he was still conscious, let alone able to speak.

Kenzo's grip on Ivy's waist tightened, her struggles only serving to create tantalizing friction against his growing arousal. "You asked why I wanted you all here?" Kenzo's voice resonated, but before he could finish his sentence, Ivy attempted to land a punch on his face. Swiftly, he moved his head, causing her hand to collide with the unforgiving concrete floor.

"I never wanted the others, Ivy," Kenzo's voice softened, his words lost amidst the pain coursing through her body. Determined, Ivy quickly stood up, assuming her battle stance. But Kenzo let out a sigh.

"What do you mean?" Ivy asked, her eyes squinting as they darted around the room, searching for answers. Kenzo already knew that he needed the healing power of sex, and her people had inflicted enough damage upon him.

"I don't know why I'm being hunted, but there's something I feel compelled to tell you, even if it costs me my life," Kenzo said, drawing her unwittingly into the web of deception he was about to spin.

He loved this, mind games was the one thing he could get off on. 

"Spill it, you fiend!" she barked, her frustration mounting. But Kenzo revealed something otherworldly, appearing right in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"I came here for you, Ivy..." Kenzo's words were cut short as Ivy attempted to punch him, but he swiftly grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the wall. 

"You're trying to trick me!" Ivy retorted, her two smaller hands trapped above her head, held firmly between Kenzo's much larger hand.

Kenzo positioned his legs between her thighs, preventing her from closing them. It was then that Ivy noticed the undeniable bulge growing between Kenzo's legs. She couldn't believe that he was becoming aroused by this dangerous situation. The reports had mentioned nothing about him being a pervert, so what was the meaning of this?

Slowly, Kenzo began to lift up her singlet, exposing her chiseled abdomen and small breasts. Ivy found herself faced with two choices: deny Kenzo what he desired and risk her own demise, or succumb to his desires and exploit the weakness known to all men - sex. They had once believed he had no vulnerabilities, but now it revealed itself before her. 

But there was a snap, Kenzo had broken her neck into two. 

"On second thought... I will pass,"