Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 478: Assassin (Part 2)

Chapter 478: Assassin (Part 2)

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from her, the crew-cut man broke out in a cold sweat.

Although she was a woman, he hadn’t expected her to be so formidable.

"Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I’m sure I don’t know Ángel Solana," the crew-cut man stammered.

When it came to preserving one’s life, it was better to be cowardly.

In this area of Mercenary Market, killing wasn’t as taboo as it was in the royal durian capital city.

This beautiful woman seemed serious, and preserving his own life was paramount.

Amalia let go of his collar, causing the crew-cut man to stagger and almost fall.

He didn’t dare say anything more and hurriedly ran out.

"Are you looking for Ángel Solana?" the other man, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his expression genuinely curious.

He seemed to know Ángel Solana.

Amalia looked at him and asked, "Do you know where he is?"

The man nodded. "I know, I know. Are you his enemy? Do you come here for revenge? I suggest you wait for him to come out before seeking revenge. The one who owned this bar is Black Lupina, and causing trouble on their turf won’t end well for anyone."

Amalia frowned lightly, "You just need to tell me where Ángel Solana is."

The man replied, "This early, Ángel Solana should be flirting with girls over in the main hall."

Amalia immediately turned around and walked out of the men’s restroom.

Watching her leave, the man suddenly opened the communicator on his wrist, found Ángel Solana’s number, and dialed.

It took a while for Ángel Solana to answer.

"What the hell, don’t you know I’m busy? Why call and bother me? Speak," Ángel Solana’s voice came urgently through the communicator.

The man said, "You still have the leisure to be busy. Just now, a woman suddenly came and looking for you. She seemed unfriendly and quite strong, she at least Tier 2 spiritual cultivator. You better run now!"

"Damn, how many of them are there?"

Ángel Solana’s annoyed voice and the rustling sound of him dressing came through the communicator.

"It seems like just one person. Hurry and run!" the man said, and Ángel Solana promptly ended the call.

A Tier 2 spiritual cultivator was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke right now.

The man zipped up his pants, not noticing the figure that flashed past the restroom door, heading in the opposite direction of the hall the man mentioned.

Except for the fact that he knew Ángel Solana, Amalia didn’t believe anything else the man said.

Knowing that Ángel Solana was on the second floor, she dashed towards it.

Although the bar was large, its layout wasn’t complicated.

Amalia followed the corridor straight ahead.

Through the glass doors, she could still catch a glimpse of what was happening inside.

She ran to the corner and saw a door several dozen feet ahead on the left.

It quickly swung open from the inside.

A shifty-eyed man emerged, and just before leaving, he pulled a woman’s head from the door, their tongues intertwined for a few seconds before he released her.

He patting her on the butt and leering, "Wait for me next time, I’ll come back to fight you for three hundred rounds."

Amalia approached, her footsteps very light.

At first, the man didn’t notice her, but as she entered his field of vision, he instinctively glanced at her, his expression unchanged.

Two seconds later, the man swiftly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

His speed wasn’t slow, but Amalia was even faster.

The woman only saw a flash of black in front of her, and the next moment, she witnessed Ángel Solana’s head being pressed to the ground by the other person, making a loud thud.

Even she winced at the sound and quickly shut the door.

"Are you Ángel Solana?"

Amalia pressed down on the man’s head, confirming her question.

"What’s going on? Who are you? Who’s Ángel Solana? You’ve got the wrong person, haven’t you?"

Ángel Solana, sensing the impending threat, did not dared to admit anything.

"Then why did you run away?" Amalia asked expressionlessly.

Ángel Solana cautiously replied, "You look quite formidable, and your gaze was strange. With so many enemies after me, I thought you might be one of them. Of course, I’d run. It’s a misunderstanding, really."

Amalia ignored his excuses and straightforwardly said, "Josu Urrutikoetxea is dead. Not long ago, he was killed by a group of assassins and pinned to the wall in your residence. Next, it’s your turn."

Ángel Solana’s face paled, "Are you lying to me?"

"You’re already in my hands, and you’re not my match. Does it matter?" Amalia said coldly.

Ángel Solana immediately clenched his teeth, "It’s pointless now. Who sent you? Are you here to kill us?"

Amalia got straight to the point, "I don’t want your life. I just need you to testify against Eduardo Norierga’s crimes."

Ángel Solana, who usually didn’t spend much time online, was unaware of Eduardo Norierga and the Demon Slayer’s affairs. "Testify? What do you mean?"

Amalia explained briefly in two sentences.

After listening, Ángel Solana shook his head immediately, "It’s impossible. If I admit Eduardo Norierga’s crimes, we won’t be able to conceal our collusion with him."

Amalia threatened, "Then prepare for the same fate as Josu Urrutikoetxea. They won’t spare you. Only the dead can’t talk."

Ángel Solana, having been in the society for so long, naturally understood this.

It was because he understood that his face turned ashen, showing that he had no way out.

"Have you made up your mind?" Amalia asked coldly.

"Not yet."

Just then, Ernesto suddenly rushed over anxiously, "The assassins are here."

Amalia pulled Ángel Solana up from the ground and swiftly said, "Leave this place first."

As they reached the back door, there was suddenly an explosion in the front hall, and the roof of the bar was blown open, throwing the bar into chaos.

Ángel Solana, who was being carried by Amalia, looked extremely grim.