Chapter 1
A dim, damp corner of the basement.
Two seven-year-old children, covered in wounds, hugged each other tightly.
Tears mixed with blood from the corners of their mouths kept dripping from their chins.
At their feet lay a crushed cell phone.
"Remember! Tonight is Mr. Turner and Emily Tass' wedding night, you guys drain the blood of these two little bastards! Then stuff them in sacks and throw them into Chillstream River together!"
Hearing about the blood draining, the seven-year-old boy suddenly spread his thin arms, shielding the girl.
"No, don't drain my sister's blood, drain mine, I'm the older brother."
The seven-year-old girl cried sadly, "No, drain my blood, I don't want my brother to die!"
A slap landed hard on the seven-year-old boy's face.
The boy lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The seven-year-old girl, crying out, rushed over, grabbed a middle-aged wealthy woman's leg, opened her mouth, and bit down hard.
With a scream, the woman lifted her foot and kicked the seven-year-old girl hard.
The little girl fell to the ground, her head hitting the wall, blood flowing down from the wound.
"Little bastard! Neither of you will survive today!" The woman showed no concern, her face full of hatred.
"Grandma, please, no, we want to live, Dad will be here soon, he'll come take us away!"
A shadow of gloom and contempt flashed in the woman's eyes, "Dad? Your dad died long ago! And even if he were alive, he's a wanted criminal—would he dare show his face? You two little bastards are just like your slut of a mother. Today is your mom's big day. If you don't die, how can Mr. Turner marry your mother?"
With that, the woman glared at the two burly men, "What are you looking at? If they don't behave, keep beating them to death!"
Thousands of miles away.
Blood Prison.
On the skull throne, William Brown's eyes were sharp, gripping his phone tightly.
Ten minutes ago, a call lasting less than thirty seconds had pulled his thoughts back eight years.
As the eldest grandson of the Brown family, he was framed and ended up in trouble in Novaria.
At a life-or-death moment, he was rescued by a kind-hearted woman.
He had planned to escape and repay her for saving his life, but before the woman could get him to safety, they were both captured.
The criminals then took him and the woman to a remote area, and amid the crowd's mocking laughter, he had sex with the woman due to poison in his system.
This incident was like a thorn in William's heart.
After the sexual encounter, the crowd turned on the woman.
At this critical moment, he grabbed the woman and they both fell into Chillstream River.
The bone-chilling river water gradually brought William back to his senses.
He held the woman's hands tightly and told her his phone number.
Then, exhausted, he separated from the woman.
Afterward, he was rescued by the previous King of Assassins of Blood Prison. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, after entering Blood Prison, he inherited the Qi that the King of Assassins had cultivated for a hundred years. The King of Assassins passed away a year after saving him.
And he, having inherited the King of Assassins' Qi, became the 99th generation King of Assassins of Blood Prison.
From then on, he guarded America's vast territory, maintained peace in all directions, and controlled the underground world.
Until today.
A phone call, a child's cry for help, stirred ripples in his once calm heart.
"Report!"
A deep, powerful shout came from outside the hall.
"Speak!" William didn't waste words.
"Sir, following your orders, I've traced the phone's source. Also found information about the phone's owner and the person holding this phone."
William nodded slightly, looking at the man.
The man stood up and continued, "The person holding this phone is named Emily Taylor, the eldest daughter of the Taylor family, a third-tier family in Novaria, and the most beautiful of Novaria's four beauties. She's now twenty-seven years old. Seven years ago, she gave birth to a son and a daughter. For some reason, seven years ago, the Taylor family began being targeted by the Garcia family of Novaria. In seven years, the Taylor family's assets shrank by five hundred million dollars, and now they're three hundred million in debt. Today, Emily is getting married. The man marrying Emily is called Jace Turner, the head of the Turner family in Novaria. Jace is now fifty-two years old. His three previous wives died tragically. Seven years ago, he was backed by someone, and with the Garcia family's support, he kept taking over the Taylor family's assets. Now he's ranked among Novaria's third-tier families."
William slowly stood up. Seven years!
Two children, seven years old!
This was all too coincidental!
"Focus on Emily!" William walked down from the skull throne.
The man's brows furrowed tightly, "After Emily gave birth to a son and daughter, the Taylor family's business started declining, and she was treated as a curse by the Taylor family. For seven years, she survived in the cracks, gave up her education, and lived and ate with the Taylor family's servants. This marriage to Jace was forced by her parents, who threatened her with the two children's lives. Also, by hacking into the Taylor family's surveillance, I discovered that these two children are very likely..."
Before the man could finish, William pressed down hard with his feet, and the floor tiles beneath him cracked with a sound.
A loud bang made the man kneel immediately, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"
On both sides of the hall, the other nine mercenary commanders all knelt down, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"
William clenched his teeth, his eyes showing towering hatred, "Speak! What about the two children?"
The first commander, Jackal, said carefully, "The two children very likely won't survive until dawn today."
William's eyes turned blood red.
After all these years, he had thought the woman who saved him had died. After becoming the King of Assassins of Blood Prison, he had sent people to Novaria many times.
Searching through Novaria's death records.
But he never expected Emily was still alive!
No wonder he couldn't find information about her.
But why hadn't she contacted him all these years?
Why did she swallow this grievance alone?
Emily, I, William, can never repay what I owe you!
"Jackal stays at Blood Prison to handle daily affairs. The other nine commanders, come with me out of prison to Novaria!"
Nine mercenary commanders leaving prison? The ten commanders present were completely shocked.
Before this, William had led three commanders to destroy a Middle Eastern terrorist base!
William led four commanders out of prison to destroy an enemy nation's million-strong army!
William led one commander out of prison and swept through a small country of ten million people!
And now, he was actually taking nine commanders out of prison. Could he really be planning to flatten Novaria?
Though everyone was shocked, facing the King of Assassins' orders, they could only obey.
After a brief silence, the ten commanders knelt, their voices like thunder, "We obey your command!"
At the same time, Novaria, five-star hotel, in the banquet hall, staff were rushing around.
Backstage in the banquet hall, in the dressing room, Emily's tears flowed like a fountain, "Father, please, let me see the children one last time. You promised me that as long as I married him, you would let the children live!"
Daniel Taylor's expression was cold, turning a deaf ear to Emily's plea.
Layla Scott sneered, "Emily, at a time like this, you're still thinking about those two little bastards? If it weren't for them, would the Taylor family have fallen to this state?"
A mother's heart is connected to her children's.
Emily could feel that her children must be in danger right now.
"Layla, you're a mother too. Please, please talk to Father, ask him to bring Mira and Remy here. Can I see them one last time?" Emily said, falling to her knees.
