Chapter 72: When someone’s hearts fury

The explosion at the Assassin Guild's base was so massive that it echoed throughout the entire country. Marcelino had succeeded in detonating the entire location, and the blast was akin to that of an atomic bomb. The sheer force of the explosion sent shockwaves across the land, shaking the country of Klympog with an earth-shattering sound and triggering a massive earthquake that left the entire nation trembling.
For nearly 12 days, Marcelino had remained steadfast on his perilous mission, one that constantly skirted the edge of death. Despite his injuries—bullet wounds and burns from the explosion that nearly claimed his life—Marcelino continued to walk, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. He had survived, and more importantly, he had completed his mission.
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Meanwhile, Marijane, the enigmatic leader of the Assassin Association, sent a message to all members: “The base has been completely destroyed. From now on, I will personally handle all orders and missions.” As she observed Marcelino’s image on her screen, there was a glimmer of fascination in her eyes. She admired his rugged handsomeness and his audacity—qualities rarely seen in men. Despite being in her fifties, Marijane had never married; she was selective, finding most men unworthy of her time.
Marijane maintained her youthful appearance, her beauty and perfect figure resembling that of someone in their twenties. She had founded the Assassin’s Association at the age of 20, and behind her stunning and seductive looks lay a dangerous mind and the heart of a devil. Marijane was not just any leader; she was the embodiment of peril, a woman whose charm hid a lethal personality and a wealth of deadly experience.
"John Innovation, huh?" she mused, watching Marcelino’s footage with a predatory smile. "You’re quite something… we will meet one day, boy. I like your charisma, your boldness… so rare these days."
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At the Innovation household, the news of the Assassin Guild's base destruction reached them, confirmed through satellite imagery. They saw the devastation and realized that Marcelino had indeed succeeded. A wave of relief swept through the mansion—Marcelino’s mission had been a triumph.
But not everyone shared in the celebration. Kokok, upon hearing the news, was consumed with rage. His face twisted in anger as he stormed through the halls, rallying the three other candidates who had not made the final cut.
"John, I won’t let you return here!" Kokok seethed, his eyes burning with fury. "I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t make it back alive!"
Without wasting any time, Kokok and the three rejected finalists gathered their weapons and set out to intercept Marcelino. They knew that after his mission, Marcelino was likely in a weakened state, and they were determined to exploit this opportunity. Their footsteps echoed with purpose, a murderous intent driving them forward as they left the mansion, each one fueled by their own thirst for power and vengeance.
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Kokok’s anger burned fiercely, every step he took fueled by his desire to eliminate Marcelino. He could not bear the thought of Marcelino returning victorious, not when Kokok’s own ambitions had been thwarted. As they drove through the winding roads leading out of the city, Kokok’s mind raced with thoughts of Marcelino’s demise.
"That bastard thinks he’s won, doesn’t he?" Kokok spat, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "But he doesn’t know what’s coming for him. He won’t make it back. Not if I have anything to say about it."
The three other candidates, who Kokok had coerced into joining his plot, nodded in agreement, though their eyes were filled with uncertainty. They had not shared Kokok’s burning vendetta, but the promise of another chance at the position of family head was too tempting to resist. For them, Marcelino was just an obstacle, one that needed to be removed if they were to have any hope of reclaiming their lost opportunity.
As they approached the area where Marcelino was last seen, Kokok’s excitement grew. He imagined the moment Marcelino would fall, the moment Kokok would finally have the chance to seize the power he believed was rightfully his.
"Don’t let your guard down," Kokok warned, his eyes darting around as they neared their target. "He’s wounded, but he’s still dangerous. We take him down together, understood?"
The others murmured their agreement, though a sliver of doubt lingered in their minds. Marcelino had just destroyed one of the most formidable bases in the world, and yet here they were, charging headfirst into a confrontation with him. But Kokok’s resolve left them little room to back down.
“Remember,” Kokok snarled, gripping his gun tightly. “We strike fast, and we don’t let up. Marcelino is not leaving this place alive. He might have made it this far, but this… this is where it ends for him.”
As they moved closer, the anticipation hung thick in the air. Each step felt like a countdown to an inevitable clash, a battle that would decide not only Marcelino’s fate but the future of the Innovation family. Kokok could feel the adrenaline surging through his veins, his senses sharpening as the final confrontation loomed on the horizon.
For Kokok, this wasn’t just about power anymore—it was personal. Marcelino’s success was an affront, a reminder of his own failures. And as long as Marcelino drew breath, Kokok knew he would never achieve the dominance he craved.
“We won’t waste any more time,” Kokok said, his voice low and dangerous. “Marcelino’s out there, probably thinking he’s safe. But he’s wrong. We’re coming for him, and we’ll finish what he started.”
With that, Kokok and his group pushed forward, their footsteps echoing with the promise of violence. Marcelino had managed to survive the impossible, but Kokok was determined to ensure that his journey ended in blood. The hunt was on, and Kokok would not stop until Marcelino was dead at his feet.