"Who have you decided to kill first?"
Ilario Young sat amidst a pile of scrap, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, speaking coldly: "If you kill one person first, the others will inevitably become alert. By then, the difficulty will be much higher."
"It doesn't matter who. They're all the same." Hagan Marsh lightly ran his fingers over the blade and said faintly: "Once I target someone, they don't survive."
After speaking, he continued sharpening the blade.
It was a small knife.
Twenty centimeters long, black as midnight, with a skull emblem etched into the hilt.
"Including the City Lord, there are seven individuals holding power. I suggest killing the City Lord first; it will make your takeover easier." Ilario Young flicked his cigarette butt away and stared directly at Hagan Marsh.
He had changed his attire, and the junkyard was already shut down.
Earlier that morning, Marquis, the garbage collector, had died.
Now, he was Ilario Young.
