Chapter 91:

Chapter 91:

Clearing the Doorstep

As time ticked away, Carlo became increasingly uneasy in his seat.

Neatly arranged on his desk were banknotes and jewelry, collectively worth thousands of pounds, taken from his safe. However, the assassin remained by the wall, arms crossed, and immovable as a mountain, showing no intention of laying hands on the pile of money that most ordinary people could never earn in a lifetime.

If given the choice, Carlo almost wished the assassin would take the money and vanish into the distance.

His current situation was akin to being held hostage by this second-generation "Tainted Blood Reaper," rendering the dozen or so brothers and bodyguards outside useless.

The arrival of this assassin was truly inexplicable. If Carlo had been aware that some enemy had set their sights on him, he would have at least hired more bodyguards and concealed his tracks a bit. He couldn't fathom how he had drawn the attention of this assassins' organization.

If the assassin had come solely for the money, Carlo could have some understanding, but the current behavior left Carlo completely clueless about the assassin's intentions.

From the moment Carlo neatly arranged the money on the table, no matter how he tried to engage the assassin in conversation, there was complete silence. The fear of the unknown grew in the silence, making Carlo feel a prickling sensation on his back. Even the pendulum of the grandfather clock in the corner seemed to slow down in his eyes.

Aiden stared at the time on the grandfather clock, waiting.

He had completed the first two acts of the stage, and now he awaited the entrance of the supporting cast for the next scene.

Confident they would return, he utilized the police force's informants to keep track of the skull Gang's internal movements.

In addition, Aiden had discreetly arranged for an additional actor to join the scene.

Soon, the clamor of footsteps echoed through the floor, and those guarding outside shouted, signaling the intrusion of many guests into the office.

"They're here," Aiden immediately became alert. Prepared to cast his spell, he walked briskly to the right rear of Carlo, who wore a bewildered expression, ready to use Carlo and the chair as cover.

Aiden wasn't sure if the young man would indeed risk trusting him for the sake of avenging his close friend. In fact, he had already instructed the police informant within the gang to leak this "information" to the gang leader.

If the young man chose to act, it would undoubtedly make the gang leader of the skull Gang find the information more credible. After all, it was logical to infer that a low-level thug under Carlo's command wouldn't dare to target the head of his own gang.

"Oh dear, Mr. Polpo, the target you mentioned has come to the doorstep by himself. Aren't you completely exposed?" Aiden opportunistically took the stage, sighing as if regretful.

He proceeded to showcase once again his "divine skill" of physical transformation, swiftly shrinking from a giant to a childlike figure, his voice reverting to a youthful tone. "You're so careless; it's challenging to cooperate with you!"

With that, he flashed behind Carlo's chair, making himself elusive to everyone in the room.

The boss and the armed thugs all had changed expressions. A killer who could freely alter their physique like this was a tale they had only heard about one person.

"You are..." the boss squinted.

"you should understand, After seeing this" Aiden tossed a badge of the Melusine. The badge arced through the air towards the entrance, a gunman caught it swiftly and handed it to the boss for inspection.

"Melusine Offspring?" the boss exclaimed.

"The second-generation 'Tainted Blood Reaper.' Now you should get it," Aiden once again donned this disguise.

"No wonder it costs so much..." The boss glanced at the substantial sum on the table, then shifted his gaze to Carlo sitting on the chair. His expression turned sinister in an instant. "It seems you've put quite a price on my head. Well done, well done!"

Carlo suddenly realized the implications. The large sum on the table, the top-tier assassin appearing in his room, and now someone informing the boss that he was conspiring to kill and take overall of it seemed to align!

He had been set up!

"It's not my doing!" Carlo sprang up from the chair, pointing behind himself for defense. "It's him! He inexplicably came to find me!"

"Oh dear, Mr. Polpo, is it really appropriate to shift all the blame to me at this moment?" Aiden calmly chuckled. "I happen to be the only one here who can save your life."