King's Awakening-Chapter 415 - : Deathz Yama!

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Deathz Yama!

Within the Dragon Realm War Department’s headquarters, silence reigned. Every soldier, head hung low, stewed in shame.

Braxton glared at them all, his disappointment piercing, then barked out an order: “Attention everyone! Cooperate with the White War Department in hunting down Deathz’s members!”

Since Deathz dare to show themselves, this time, we will ensure they can’t escape!”

Is that clear!?”

“Understood!”

The soldiers rallied, a fresh spark lighting up in their guilt-ridden eyes;

With that, the entire Dragon Realm War Department headquarters sprang back into the hustle and bustle of frenzied activity. No one dared slack off. They all threw themselves fully into tracking down Deathz’s members.

From surveillance footage to online data, they began scrutinizing each, not a shred of evidence could slip past their vigilant eyes.

…

With the War Department’s soldiers piecing things together, in a multinational company’s office tower located in Capital City’s CBD, a well-groomed man in a sharp suit sat in an office.

In front of him were three monitors, each split into ninety-eight smaller video windows.

“Yama, it seems the War Department is pulling all the stops this time. You’re safe, aren’t you? I heard that the White War Department’s star player is also in Capital City,” cried a voice from one of the video feeds.

The suited man got up without a word, gazing out at the night shrouded Capital City. Speaking softly, he asked: “When has Deathz ever feared the War Department? Who here is scared?”

Clearly, this sharply dressed man was none other than Deathz’s infamous Yama!

However, his identity remained well-hidden, this multinational company’s CEO being only one of his many facades.

Whenever he needed, he could switch his identity in a short amount of time and disappear.

That’s a key reason why War Department’s multiple attempts to capture this head honcho of the Deathz organization had failed.

His real face and identity were known to fewer than five members of Deathz.

The other Deathz members had never even seen his face; even his voice was disguised.

Usually, they only communicated through encrypted video or phone calls. The camera on Yama’s end was always switched off.

But the members of Deathz had gotten used to all of this.

They knew the importance of Yama to the Deathz organization. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that even if Deathz was left with just Yama, they could still attract new members in a very short time. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

No one but Yama could have such influence or ability!

The name Yama is like a golden call-sign in the world of professional assassins.

Rivaling the Western Council, they are considered the twin powers of the assassin world. Unlike the Council, Deathz refers more to the individual, Yama!

The power of Yama alone is equivalent to an entire assassin group is a widely accepted fact, this reflects his importance to Deathz. He is considered the soul of the group.

“It’s not about fear, it’s just annoying to feel like there are countless pests following us around,” a voice said.

“Hahaha… isn’t that true! I wish I could be like Greedy Wolf and kill a few of those White War Department guys, it’ll be great to let off some steam.”

“Heh heh, it’s because you guys don’t work hard enough. Seriously, though, the White War Department guys aren’t much. Even their Army Master is probably an overhyped nobody.”

Laughter broke out amongst the group at Greedy Wolf’s scoffing remarks. A sense of disdain permeated their chortles, as if they had never taken the White War Department seriously.

The reason they dared to act so brazenly was their confidence in remaining undetected by their adversaries, the War Department.

They knew if it came to direct confrontation, despite their prowess, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the War Department’s forces.

For an assassin, staying undetected and unseen, is the ultimate survival skill.

That’s why they were masters of disguise, blending in, hiding, and, of course, assassination!

The last thing they would do is confront the War Department head-on.

“Enough, keeping a low profile is more necessary than ever at the moment. Be careful not to get spotted by the White War Department’s people, I won’t be there to save you,” Yama reminded, then turned back to the monitors.”Everyone else, you’re dismissed. Pluto, stay on the line.”

As soon as his words fell, the video calls ended one by one, leaving only the tall, thin image of a middle-aged man on the screen.

This man was Pluto, who was disguised as a member of a minor clan in the Capital City, but had secretly been targeting White Mitchell in a near-deadly attack five years ago.

“Remember that operation on the border five years ago?” Yama asked.

Pluto’s face instantly paled at the question, beads of sweat trickled down his cheek. His response was panicky, “Yes…Yes, I screwed up that time.”

He had initially thought his operation was a success but was shocked when White Mitchell ended up surviving.

As a result, he faced severe punishment from the Deathz organization when he returned, almost costing him his life.

That’s what it meant to be a member of Deathz though. Complete the mission and you walk away unscathed. Fail, and you pay a heavy price.

Even though five years had passed, the memory of his punishment still made Pluto shudder. Sometimes, it would even wake him up out of his sleep.

“I am giving you another chance; the same client has returned. The target is the same guy. This time, I hope not to hear of another failure. I never give anyone a second chance, understand?” says Yama, his voice ice cold.

Pluto nodded vigorously, giving a solemn reply, “Understood! This time, I won’t screw up!”

“The target’s current information has been sent to your phone. Have a look. I hope to hear good news from you within the next three days,” Yama responded and terminated the video call, returning to gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

As he looked down at the constant stream of white-clad figures on the street below, a hungry smirk spread across Yama’s face. He muttered to himself, “White, the Army Master, I wonder when I can go up against you. I hope you won’t disappoint me…”