Chapter 486: Skin Organization
When Dominic suddenly exploded in anger, Santiago flinched in shock.
"Dominic, wh–what happened?" he stuttered.
If something could shake Dominic like this, it had to be major; maybe something had gone down at the Jensons.
"It’s William! His mansion was invaded last night. All of his guards were slaughtered. And William…"
"He’s terrified out of his mind. They even cut off his… Well, you know. He’s basically ‘infertile’ now."
For a man like William, who was obsessed with women, losing his manhood and ending up traumatized like that… It was practically worse than dying.
"What?!"
Santiago froze in disbelief.
"Dominic, we’re talking about William! His security setup was elite! Are you telling me there isn’t even a single lead left behind?"
"The police are stumped. Whoever did it was clearly a pro; they slipped in and out in one night, leaving William alive on purpose."
"The kind of people who can pull off something like that…"
Dominic’s gaze sharpened, danger radiating off him as his angular face tightened with thought.
"Could it have been Tilda?! No… Does she even have that kind of reach?"
"She wouldn’t do this. More likely it ties back to that man William crossed paths with when Tilda was there."
"If someone is important enough for Tilda to come all the way to Endralsia to meet, then he must be a heavy hitter."
They were speechless for a moment.
"Dominic, I have to know who exactly is Tilda. What are you hiding about her?"
Before, Santiago had assumed Dominic was being cryptic on purpose. Now, his curiosity was burning him alive.
Someone who could cripple William overnight without leaving a trace, and that person was connected to Tilda?
Then just how terrifying must Tilda herself be, if she kept company with people like that?
“All you need to understand is that Tilda’s true identity is someone we can’t even dream of crossing. That’s all.
"Santiago, forgive me, but I can’t reveal any more about who she really is. I won’t speak another word. I’m only telling you this much, so don’t breathe a word to anyone else. I need you to keep this.”
"Alright, Dominic."
Even with countless questions circling in his head, seeing the sorrow in Dominic’s eyes kept Santiago from asking more.
At that moment, a message from Justin came in.
"Santiago, where was this photo taken?"
"Endralsia. Do you know the woman in the picture?"
"It’s complicated. I’ll explain when you return. By the way, is Tilda’s sister in Endralsia too?"
"Yeah, she’s here."
Santiago gave Justin the rundown of meeting with Tilda.
"This is all my fault. I never expected Genevieve to show up in Endralsia as well."
Ten days slipped away quickly.
In Burgola.
At the gate of a compound.
The staff at Skin Organization’s headquarters were lounging around as usual.
The guard on duty sat in the control room, yawning carelessly. This place had been silent for years.
Nobody would be insane enough to go after the fifth–ranked dark web assassin group head–on. They had been hiding here, careful never to leave a trail.
Today was just another uneventful day.
"Ugh, Daphne’s calling from Slosa again. That lunatic woman is such a hassle. So, what’s the report from the scout tailing the target?"
"He filed it yesterday. Said that girl, Tilda, doesn’t look like much. The organization already dispatched a team, and they left today. Should be an easy mission."
"Perfect. Otherwise, that crazy woman would be nagging me to death. Honestly, I’d love to eliminate her myself. But you gotta admit, she spends a fortune just to kill a college kid. For us, it’s child’s play…"
He didn’t get to finish his sentence.
The operator watching the screens was still yawning. He blinked in confusion. "Why’d you stop? Come on, keep talking or I’ll doze off here."
The next moment, something icy pressed against the back of his neck.
By the time he processed what was happening, it was already over.
Steel glinted.
His head rolled onto the floor instantly.
[Report, Rain, Sector D secured. Surveillance room under our control.]
[Report, Sector A cleared.]
[Report, Sector B cleared.]
In minutes, successful reports flooded in from every wing of the Skin Organization’s base.
"Confirmed."
Rain twirled a blade with blinding speed. His pale hair curled lightly at the tips, and his gaze was glacial as he strode through spreading pools of blood, looking like a demon from the underworld, trampling crimson spider lilies beneath his feet.