Chapter 1650

Andrew’s punch landed squarely on Eagle Eye’s chest. With just that single blow, he spat out a massive mouthful of blood, his face filled with terror.

Eagle Eye’s instincts told him that all the ribs on his left side had been completely shattered. However, that was not even the worst of it. He could feel that the organs beneath his ribs were hemorrhaging severely.

That pain delivered one crystal-clear message: Andrew was way out of his league, and he had screwed up.

Eagle Eye let out a fierce roar, spinning his knife in a defensive circle to block any possible attacks. Meanwhile, he shifted his weight, preparing to turn and flee. However, Andrew’s figure merely flickered in front of him before vanishing like a phantom.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Eagle Eye’s back.

At that moment, Eagle Eye had just started to turn his body around but had not even begun to build momentum for his escape.

“I’m screwed!” he managed to squeeze out those words from his mouth. Then, he felt an irresistible force suddenly strike his abdomen.

Blood spewed everywhere as Eagle Eye’s body contorted into a grotesque position. His rear end thrust backward while his head and lower limbs bent forward, embedding him into the concrete wall.

“Got any last words you want to share?” Andrew asked casually. He straightened his suit that had been messed up during the fight as he looked at the bloodied Eagle Eye stuck in the wall, his insides practically spilling out.

Eagle Eye’s eyes were filled with panic. He opened his mouth, trying to beg, “P–Please… don’t kill me! I’ve got a mom in her 80s… a wife… kids… I don’t want to die, please!”

He did not even finish his sentence before a golden needle pierced his forehead.

Eagle Eye’s eyes bulged, his breath cut off in an instant.

“Too many last words. I don’t have the time to listen.” Andrew clicked his tongue and turned away, glancing at Freya like she was just another casualty of the chaos.

He had initially planned to interrogate the guy to see who sent him.

Based on recent enemies, it could have been the Ackermann family, maybe Cillian, or even Trent. However, as the fight went on, Andrew lost interest in digging.

It did not matter who had sent Eagle Eye. Since they wanted to kill him, they should not blame him for striking back.

Andrew went downstairs and got into Freya’s sports car. Seeing that the woman still had not woken up, he pressed on her pressure point.

With a soft moan, Freya opened her eyes. There was a large red mark on her forehead from when she had panicked and crashed into the door earlier.

“What happened to that assassin?” Freya asked urgently, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head.

Andrew replied casually, “Taken care of. Let me drive you home.”

Instead of responding, Freya immediately began checking her body for injuries. After confirming nothing was wrong, she embarrassingly pressed her legs together and checked her lower body.

There was no pain, no discomfort, no itching. Overall, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Andrew was about to start the car, but stopped. “What are you doing? You think I took advantage of you while you were out?”

Freya’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. “It’s always better to be cautious! Ladies have to learn to protect themselves when they’re out and about.”

Andrew started the car and drove to the curb across from the building. Then, he stopped.

Freya looked puzzled. “Why aren’t we leaving? Didn’t you say you’d take me home?”

Andrew replied calmly, “No rush. Let’s see if any suspicious people show up to collect the body.”

They waited for quite a while, but no one appeared.

Andrew seemed thoughtful as he hit the gas and drove away. It looked like Eagle Eye had been a lone wolf, so there was no need to waste effort investigating his background.

Obviously, whoever was behind this had hired a lone wolf specifically to prevent being traced through counter-surveillance.