The Best Hitman Never Loses

"Just a minute, these are my targets," said the man in a low voice.

Luke shrugged. "Sorry, but they're my targets too. So… let's see who's faster."

He then opened a door and charged in. After the sound of two thumps, he came back out.

The man was angry. "Are you stealing my job?" He drew a long sword from his back and ran into another room.

There were two faint, whistling sounds before he came out, the long sword dripping with blood. "I can do it too."

Luke glanced at him and opened the door to the next room.

Thump! Thump!

The man flew into a rage. "Fine! Let's do this!"

He went into the next room and the long sword whistled again.

In less than two minutes, they cleared the rooms on the third floor.

The third floor was sort of a dormitory. Most of the rooms had more than one tenant.

The man was quite proud of himself. "Thirteen to twelve. I only need one more kill. What will… f*ck! Don't run!"