The air immediately seemed like it had congealed.

It was quiet all around. The sun was high in the sky. There was a gentle breeze and the leaves on the trees rustled.

Stomp! Brent suddenly raised his right leg, stomped, and loosened several stones set on the pavement.

Then, under the stunned look of Jack, Brent picked up a stone and threw it at the villa's door. Under his intense strength, the stone flew with a whizz.

Jack was shocked.

Just as the stone was about to hit the door. There was a sudden change.

Ah!

There was an ear-piercing whistle. The whistle was random and difficult to establish where it came from. But at that instance, the stone split into two and fell onto the ground.

"What's happening?" Jack's expression changed drastically and yelled. After he said, his heartbeat pounded as if it was going to jump out of his chest. It was difficult for him to suppress even with his determination.

If Brent didn't call out to him, he would have already walked over. The height where the stone was sliced in two was at his neck level. In other words, if he had walked over just now, his neck would have been split like the stone and his head would fall to the ground.

After all, his neck was softer than the stone.

He just survived an assassination attempt and now that he was home, even the house door was booby-trapped. There were booby traps everywhere! Jack felt terrified.

He knew that it would be dangerous but he never expected it to turn out this way.

Brent heaved a sigh and looked troubled. He looked carefully around before walking slowly to the door. Jack followed closely behind.

He looked at Brent stopped at the door and both his hands were gently feeling for something in the air. It looked rather amusing had it not been such a serious situation. But Jack was unable to laugh. "Found it!" Suddenly Brent's eyebrows twitched.

"What?" Jack frowned and looked at Brent's right hand which appeared to be pinching something but he couldn't make out what it was.

Brent smiled and his thumb and pointer twisted gently. Under the sun's rays, a glimmer of light could be seen.

Jack's heart skipped a beat and he saw a very fine string!

"Master, this is known as fish scale line." Brent explained slowly, "It's as fine as a hair and it is extremely tough. It is as sharp as fish scales and can cut through metal and stones. Assassins like to use this for booby traps. This fish scale line is difficult to detect and it isn't a stretch to say that it can kill without form."

"Then you..." Jack looked at Brent in shock.

Before Jack asked, Brent pointed to a small tree in the garden and smiled bitterly, "When the Dark Net assassin squad issued out the order, I already made some markings in and outside the villa."

"I applied some ash on the small tree. Master, have a good look at the ash on the branch, isn't there a slight gap?"

Jack looked over and ash was evenly applied on the tree branch and when inspected closely, a small mark could indeed be seen. It was perhaps the width of a small finger.

It was unnoticeable unless you looked carefully.

"The booby trap is anchored at the tree." Brent had a plan and walked towards the tree. He crouched and then leaped like an animal and pushed the branch with a grunt. The leaves started to drift onto the ground.

At the same time. Clink clank. A case the size of a fist fell onto the ground.

Brent picked up the metallic case and handed it to Jack, "It's this thing."

Then he pointed to another tree, "There's one more over there."

Jack examined the metallic case. This gadget was smaller than the palm and like a small plate. It was just like the bubble gum case that they ate when they were kids. A strand of fish scale line exited from a hole on the side. Now that Brent had dislodged it from the tree, the line was no longer tight and just bunched up on the ground.

At this moment, Brent took down the other metal case.

After walking towards Jack, Brent said, "Master, give me the metal case."

After taking the metal case from Jack, Brent took three steps back and took out a military-grade dagger. He placed the metal case on the ground and used the dagger to jab into one of the cases. Snap!

Suddenly the air started to whistle and all the fish scale lines started to wind back into the metal case.

Brent picked up the metal case and placed it in Jack's hand, "Master, this gadget is very difficult to obtain. I'm with Old Master for so many years and never thought of getting one of this. Now that it's here, keep it properly. It can also be used for defense."

Jack nodded and looked worried at the surroundings, "Since the assassin set up the trap, shouldn't he be nearby?"

"No." Brent smiled, "Only an experienced assassin would use this fish scale line. A true killer will never put himself in danger and will consider his escape. Even if the assassination failed, he would be able to escape unscathed."

Jack smiled bitterly. Just this point meant that this assassin was a hundred times better than that old man on the road.

He took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Let's go home," Jack said and walked towards the house.

To be safe, Brent quickly ran in front of Jack and continued to look carefully at their surroundings. Jack was calm as he followed behind Brent. He held tightly to the metal case until the veins on the back of his hands throbbed.

He never expected that he was so terrified to go back to his own house. He felt furious and upset that he was placed in this situation. He felt that he could be killed at any moment!

There were two assassination attempts in a short period and it was getting more dangerous. What would the next attempt be like? He could only defend himself passively and could not attack in return. After entering the villa, Brent spent two hours inspecting the entire house before declaring that it was totally safe. After that, Jack returned to his bedroom. Brent decided to move to the room next to Jack. Jack felt very insecure as he laid on the bed. He wasn't afraid of danger. Even at the black hell, he was willing to fight to the death. What he was worried about was the unknown dangers and the helplessness of when it would strike.

Furthermore, these were from the Burton family!

When he thought of these, Jack frowned took out his cellphone and looked at the call history. He finally found a number that he had not saved and called the number. The call rang once and was cut off by the other party.

Jack continued to call.Content rights belong to .

Once, twice, thrice...

He called and called and called. Jack lost track of how many times he called. He had nothing to do anyway.

He called again and the other side answered after one ring.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐