It was complete chaos.
The entire underground world had fallen into turmoil.
Countless demons and monsters that had long lurked in the shadows emerged, attempting to seize the territories abandoned by the High Table.
However, the moment they revealed themselves, they were mercilessly suppressed by the forces dispatched by the Continental Hotels.
Although Caine traveled across the world in a single day and successfully wiped out the entire High Table leadership, the truth was that he had not touched the organization's true foundation.
The Continental Hotels and their assassins largely survived—as long as they did not seek trouble with Caine.
All Caine had done was cut off the head of the organization.
He eliminated the twelve councilors and everyone connected to them—families, friends, lackeys, and anyone who might seek revenge—uprooting them entirely.
This bloody purge directly and indirectly led to the deaths of tens of thousands of people.
The aftermath was unbearable to witness.
Entire estates looked like parking lots after a tornado—houses shattered, buildings collapsed, and debris scattered everywhere.
After completing his Foundation Establishment, Caine no longer bothered concealing his power.
He unleashed his strength freely, venting the brutality and resentment that had long accumulated within him upon the family networks of the twelve councilors.
Such a massive killing spree inevitably attracted the attention of government authorities.
The twelve councilor families were all powerful and influential noble families in their respective regions.
Even the least prominent among them had histories spanning centuries.
Their bizarre destruction was like a massive stone dropped into calm water, stirring waves across the world.
It became the focus of intense media attention.
These noble families—scattered across different countries like stars in the night sky—were annihilated simultaneously.
It was clearly impossible for a single person to achieve such a feat.
Speculation spread everywhere.
People wondered what kind of terrifying and mysterious organization had carried out such a brutal purge against these powerful elites.
Yet secretly, many people applauded.
After all, families capable of building assassin organizations and exploiting their own killers were rarely innocent.
Behind the scenes, they had committed countless disgraceful acts.
Many who had suffered under their rule had long wished for their destruction.
Now that those families had been wiped out, celebration spread quietly across the world.
However, the authorities encountered an impossible problem.
They found no bodies.
Inside the ruined estates of these powerful families, not a single corpse could be found.
There were no bullet casings.
No weapons.
No evidence at all.
The emptiness of the scenes was chilling.
Everyone knew that the inhabitants had died.
But without bodies, no murder case could legally be opened.
In the end, authorities had no choice but to treat the matter as a massive missing-persons incident.
All related files were sealed.
The truth behind the events was classified as top secret.
Within the underground world, however, the reaction was completely different.
The entire industry was stunned.
No one could understand how Caine had managed to accomplish such an impossible feat.
But one fact was undeniable.
Caine had ascended to the pinnacle of the underworld.
He had become the undisputed King of Assassins.
No one would dare defy his orders again.
And no one would dare harm Mia.
Yet whether Caine could truly claim the throne of the underworld depended on one final obstacle—
The Hassan Family.
In truth, the High Table had always been nothing more than a puppet controlled by the Hassan Clan.
The High Table did not create the rules of the assassin world.
Those rules were written by the reigning Hassan.
Only if Caine could withstand the retaliation of the Hassan Family would he truly become the overlord of the underworld.
However—
If the Hassan Family heard what the outside world believed, they would probably first thank the Continental Hotel managers for their confidence…
…and then curse loudly.
"You people think far too highly of us!"
The Hassan Clan indeed possessed extraordinary reflexes.
They could track the trajectory of bullets with their eyes.
Some could even deflect them.
But that was the limit.
They were still human.
Flesh and blood.
A bullet would still kill them.
But Caine?
Caine had already stepped beyond the limits of humanity.
He could withstand bullets and anti-material weapons.
He could travel across the entire world in a single day.
He had annihilated twelve noble families with terrifying ease.
Could the Hassan Clan really fight such a monster?
Retaliation?
What a joke.
At that moment, the Hassan elders secretly wished they could simply surrender and pledge loyalty to Lord Caine immediately.
Yet just as the elders were preparing to raise the white flag—
The patriarch of the Hassan Clan finally spoke.
"Bring him to me."
"I intend to appoint him as a director and hand the High Table over to him."
The elders stared at their patriarch in disbelief.
Their expressions resembled people staring at a badly chewed pencil.
Several of them even began mentally reviewing the previous night's dinner menu.
How much alcohol had he drunk?
Was he still drunk?
Could he not even distinguish between king and pawn anymore?
"Give him this," the patriarch said calmly.
"He will definitely come."
A sly smile appeared on his lips.
With a flick of his fingers, he sent a flat golden coin spinning through the air like a bullet.
The coin resembled a small mechanical gear.
The Grand Elder caught it and examined it repeatedly.
Front.
Back.
Again, and again.
He found nothing unusual.
But he had no choice except to obey.
"Yes, as you command, Lord Shah Hassan."
Within the Hassan Clan, the patriarch possessed absolute authority.
Because only the strongest person in the clan could become patriarch.
Everyone else served merely as stand-ins.
Absolute obedience had always been the clan's rule.
"Excellent."
Seated upon his throne, Shah Hassan revealed a faint smile.
He seemed deeply satisfied with the obedient attitudes of his clansmen.
In truth, Shah had long been dissatisfied with the High Table—and with these very elders.
The twelve councilors had long been corrupted by wealth.
They had become nothing more than greedy parasites.
Not only did they expand their power recklessly, they even attempted to modify the rules established by the Hassan Clan.
Shah had wanted to eliminate them for a long time.
Unfortunately, the councilors had existed for generations.
They had once made great contributions.
And the tribute they paid every year grew larger and larger.
Because of that, the elders refused to remove them.
As long as the councilors did not openly break the rules, their ambitions could not be punished.
And that was precisely why—
When Caine began slaughtering the High Table leadership—
The Hassan Clan never intervened.
Because Shah had deliberately allowed it.
He intended to use Caine's blade…
To cut away those corrupt maggots.
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