Everyone had been sitting in the secret basement for more than an hour, yet no one had managed to extract any information from Milo.

  He was busy counting money.

  Rivan had grown so tired watching him count that he eventually slumped into his seat, completely exhausted.

  Mr. Shah, on the other hand, stood there like a stone statue—motionless. Where his thoughts were wandering, even he himself probably didn’t know.

  Aditya sat right in front of Milo, observing him closely.

  Taking a deep breath, Aditya said, “Man… we brought the money straight from the bank. There’s no way it’s short. Why are you wasting time like this?”

  But Milo didn’t hear a single word.

  He was counting the last bundle of notes.

  Rivan was bored to the point that his eyelids began to droop.

  Finally, after carefully counting all the money, Milo shouted lightly, “Done! The count is absolutely correct!”

  “I know,” Aditya replied, making a face.

  Milo closed both suitcases and said, “So ask. Ask whatever you want. You have one hour. Whatever you ask in that hour, I’ll answer.”

  Aditya’s very first question came without hesitation. “Why did you come to kill Rivan?”

  Milo replied, “Someone promised me money for it. Besides—” He stared at Rivan. “—this kid’s face looks quite similar to the man who promised money to kill him.”

  Hearing this, Mr. Shah spoke angrily, “That vile bastard…! Forgive me, sir, but letting that man live was a mistake!”

  “Then kill him,” Rivan said before Aditya could reply.

  Aditya fell silent.

  Mr. Shah didn’t want to mistake that silence for approval, so he asked carefully, “Sir… do you really want him…?”

  Aditya finally spoke, his voice cold. “I let him live because he is Rivan’s father.

  But perhaps that really was a mistake. Trusting a man who can sell his own blood is foolish.”

  Hearing this, the color drained slightly from Milo’s face.

  But he quickly masked it and said, “So… tell me. Do you want to assign me the job of killing the man who ordered this child’s death? I’ll give you a discount.”

  Annoyed, Rivan snapped, “Why do you keep calling me a child?! What, are you some great elder?! Tell me—how old are you?!”

  “Nineteen,” Milo said innocently.

  Rivan replied with attitude, “Tch. Kid. I’m older than you. Call me ‘big brother’!”

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  Milo turned his face away and said, “Even earning respect from Milo costs money. So tell me—do you have money to buy respect?”

  Mr. Shah spoke hesitantly, “This conversation sounds very strange. Can we move on from this topic?”

  Irritated, Aditya said, “Yes, please. Enough of this nonsense.” (Looking straight at Milo) “Tell me—do you know about TRINITY?”

  “TRINITY? Of course,” Milo replied with a proud smile.

  “Then tell me quickly. How many people were connected to her? And how many of them are still alive? I want every single detail.”

  Urgency and desperation burned in Aditya’s eyes. Seeing this, Milo thought, “Looking at how desperate he is for this information, I’m feeling ashamed of the money I asked for. I should’ve raised the price.”

  “Speak faster!” Aditya snapped.

  Puffing his cheeks, Milo said, “Alright, alright! But let me think where to begin, because TRINITY wasn’t an ordinary figure. She was special. She still is considered special.

  People say future generations of assassins will continue to hear stories of her exploits.”

  “I didn’t pay you to praise her,” Aditya said, his eyes dangerously sharp.

  Milo took a deep breath.

  “Okay, okay. I get it. From what I’ve heard, TRINITY is probably dead. She’s been missing from the underworld for about thirty or thirty-one years.”

  Aditya’s fists clenched.

  Mr. Shah understood his frustration and stepped in. “We only need to know her connections. Who knew her in the underworld, who’s still alive, who were her allies, and who knows about her life after she disappeared.”

  “Ahh… hmm. Got it,” Milo said, folding his hands thoughtfully. “Then let’s start from the beginning.

  TRINITY came from a very high-ranking assassin family. In the underworld, there are families who trade in death—and her family stood at the top of that business.

  Every member of her family was an assassin. She was considered the youngest assassin ever. She started dealing in death at the age of seven.

  It’s said that she would have become the fourth—and most dangerous—generation of her family if she hadn’t disappeared.”

  “Do you know why she disappeared?” Rivan asked.

  “More or less,” Milo replied. “According to rumors, she fell in love with an ordinary man. People say it started when a power struggle broke out between her and her brother.

  About thirty-one years ago, when she was eighteen, the two fought in a deserted area. Her brother died, and TRINITY vanished.

  She returned sometime later, injured. People assumed she had gone somewhere for treatment. But from then on, her behavior changed.

  She started showing mercy.bHer way of killing became calm—no pain, only a peaceful death.

  And that… damaged her family’s reputation.”

  “What do you mean?” Rivan asked, confused.

  Mr. Shah explained, “An assassin is hired for two reasons. Either to make a death look clean and avoid suspicion, or to torture the target for revenge.”

  “Exactly,” Milo continued.

  “And TRINITY was most famous for torture. When she began showing mercy, the underworld exploded with rumors.

  No one knows what happened within her family, but within a few months, she disappeared again.

  Her family stopped mentioning her. But those who admired her work—or assassins who wanted her level of skill—started searching for her.

  Anyone who tried… died.

  It’s said TRINITY killed them herself to protect her ordinary life from the underworld.

  That’s all I know about her.”

  Aditya asked seriously, “Who became her family’s successor? And did she truly cut all ties with the underworld after that?”

  Milo thought for a moment. “No. It’s impossible that she never contacted anyone—not even once. Otherwise, no one would know she left the underworld for love.

  As for the successor—her family has no blood heir left. But she had one student.

  Her only student now handles her family and their work.

  His killing style is no less terrifying than hers—perhaps even worse. He kills in far more brutal, painful ways.

  People know him as Grin Reaper.”

  Mr. Shah’s eyes widened. “Grin Reaper… is TRINITY’s student?!”

  Rivan asked, “Do you know him?”

  Aditya replied gravely, “He’s the most dangerous assassin in the underworld. Once he’s assigned a target, not even God can save them.

  He’s like a shadow. No one has seen him, yet his terror is everywhere. Many assassins work under him, but no one has ever seen his face.

  Some say Grin Reaper is just a title—multiple assassins killing under one name, controlled by an older man whose voice is known as Grin Reaper. While others believe Grin Reaper is a single man, still somewhere in his thirties or forties.”

  Milo nodded.

  “You know a lot, Master. But in my opinion, he’s one man. Because every victim’s death style is almost identical.”

  While Milo narrated the legend of Grin Reaper—In a dark room, surrounded by piles of corpses, Koyo sat, drenched in blood.

  Drops of blood still fell from his hands. But it wasn’t his blood—it belonged to those he had just killed.

  The bodies were so horrifying that merely imagining how they were killed could make one’s soul tremble.

  Suddenly, Koyo’s phone rang.

  He wiped his hand on his shirt and answered.

  From the other side, a man spoke with fear and respect, “Sir Grin Reaper… is my work done?”

  Koyo replied with a beautiful, innocent smile, “Yes. I’ve killed all the targeted people. Now give my men the money and gold as agreed.”

  “Y-Yes, sir. I’ll deliver it immediately according to the contract.”

  Koyo ended the call.

  Seeing the reflection of blood on his phone screen, he sighed, “Man… even after trying so hard, my clothes and face still got dirty with blood. Well… I should dispose of these bodies quickly.

  It’s time for Anamika’s lunch and medicine. But before going to her, I should clean myself too.

  Hmm… Master… Why is your daughter so timid?

  She gets scared just by seeing blood.”

  Thinking this, he made an innocent expression, put his phone away, took out a candy, and said while eating it, “No matter what… taking care of her is my responsibility. And I will do it.”

  And with that, he began cleaning up the bodies.