The Rise of a Master It Starts With Rejection novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361 

A stern–looking middle–aged man sat in the living room of the mansion. The middle–aged man was Andrei Hawkins. 

Just then, his subordinate reported, “Mr. Hawkins, we’ve checked, and the bombs in the car are real.” 

A flicker of surprise passed through Andrei’s eyes. “Oh? It seems the death of his son has hit him hard.” 

At that moment, the door opened, and Perry walked in. “You are finally willing to see me!” 

Andrei smiled. “If I refused, would you have blown up my door?” 

Perry sat down, expressionless. “Andrei, I know you hate me. Ever since the moment I took her from you, you’ve held a deep–seated grudge against me. Now that I’m here, you can finally fulfill your wish.” 

Waving his hand, Andrei maintained his smile and said, “Don’t be so pessimistic. Your ability to father children should still be intact. You understand what I mean, right?” 

There was a crazy light in Perry’s eyes as he shouted, “No! My son is dead, and there will never be another! I have to kill that person. Otherwise, what meaning is there in my life?” 

Leaning slightly forward, Andrei asked curiously, “Interesting. Your niece is Xena, the goddess of war. Can’t you achieve the vengeance you wish to claim through her?” Hearing that, Perry clenched his fists, his expression one of great resentment. 

“That is her greatest strength and weakness. Because she is the goddess of war, there are many constraints she has to follow. The person who killed my son is cautious, leaving no traces behind, and he’s incredibly lucky. I spent all my fortune hiring the Inferno Clan, but he evaded them all.” 

A smile returned to Andrei’s face. “Ha! It seems you’re somewhat sincere. You don’t seem to be hiding anything from me.” 

He knew the Inferno Clan had been disbanded. All the contracts they previously accepted were rendered meaningless. According to the information he had received, the legendary assassin of the Inferno Clan seemed to have died. 

Without their best man, the organization had no reason to continue existing as it was unlikely any customers would be coming in. 

With a snap, Perry threw a stack of documents onto the table, pointing at it. “His name is Felix Zeller. He’s the one who killed my son. Everything I’ve gathered about him is here. He’s a martial artist. You can read the rest for yourself.” 

… 

After saying that, Perry stood up. “Please promise me, Andrei. As long as you agree to kill Felix, my life is yours. Don’t tell me you’ve let go of your past grudges. If my niece weren’t the goddess of war, you would have already taken action against me, right?” 

Narrowing his eyes, Andrei seemed to drop the facade. “Alright, I promise you.” 

With that, Perry turned to leave, prompting Andrei’s subordinate to ask, “Mr. Hawkins, why do you trust him?” 

Andrei shook his head. “Perry has lost his will to live. Trust me. We will receive news of his death by tomorrow.”