Chapter 295: Ghost’s Arrogance, Come Kill Me Already, Boss K

In a luxury hotel near Bangkok Airport.

K sat on the couch, a faint smile playing on his lips as he listened to the latest update on Priest’s movements.

He felt a bit more at ease, calmly opening the fine red wine delivered by hotel staff as he replied coolly, “As long as he makes it to the designated location, that’s all that matters.”

“Looks like… even though those dogs have beefed up their defenses, their skills and instincts are still laughable. Only the lead dog shows any promise.”

“Priest, take a look at the current layout and pick the best spot for the execution. I’ll have Ghost show himself soon.”

“Judging by the timing, he should be arriving at Sanhe Square around now.”

Atop the tallest building overlooking Sanhe Square, Priest stood alone.

He picked up the Heavy Sniper Rifle leaning against the wall with one hand, biting down on a cigar as he peered through the high-powered scope, carefully surveying the square below.

Although the distance from his position to the center of Sanhe Square, where the job agencies and civilians gathered, was several hundred meters, the magnification of the scope allowed every detail to come into sharp focus.

Priest saw it all clearly…

The once-crowded job seekers were now dispersing toward the western perimeter. Even the recruiters from the black-market factories had abandoned their booths and were leaving.

This unusual development sent a wave of unease through Priest’s heart.

He quickly shifted the sniper rifle to scan other areas of the square—and suddenly realized…

It wasn’t just the ideal sniping spot that was being cleared. Even the crowds at other recruitment booths were rapidly scattering.

Within seconds, they vanished from his scope.

Then, through the high-powered lens, Priest clearly saw that in front of every gathering point, a man in ordinary clothes had appeared, speaking to the crowd.

And within five seconds, the people would start dispersing at high speed.

Examining these men more closely, Priest could clearly see bulges at their waists—obviously handguns.

They were tall, broad-shouldered, and walked with purpose. Their bearing was nothing like that of ordinary civilians.

There was no need to guess their true identities.

After a few seconds of silence, Priest took a deep drag from his cigar and exhaled a thick plume of smoke. He looked up at the clear blue sky of the early morning, his voice low and emotionless.

“K, we’ve got a problem.”

“I’ve been made. Those dogs are evacuating civilians from Sanhe Square to create favorable conditions for a takedown.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where I slipped up.”

As he spoke, Priest was replaying everything in his mind, trying to figure out where he had been exposed. He had just arrived on the rooftop and was preparing for the hit.

Not even two minutes had passed before the plainclothes police began clearing out the black-market recruiters and job seekers. It was far too coordinated to be a coincidence.

It meant… he had been exposed long before.

The only reason they waited until now was to avoid giving him a chance to take hostages. They let him get to the rooftop, away from civilians, before evacuating the square to minimize risk.

But how?

He had been so careful. What had given him away?

While Priest struggled to understand how he’d been compromised and why the police had already locked onto him, on the other end of the line, K’s hand froze mid-pour.

He quickly set the wine bottle down and stood up abruptly, unable to keep his composure as he asked urgently, “What?”

“Priest, you’ve been exposed? How is that possible? Didn’t we confirm those dogs hadn’t picked up your trail?”

“And if they already knew where you were, why wait until you reached Sanhe Square to move? Wouldn’t it have been easier to intercept you en route?”

There was no doubt.

It wasn’t just Priest who was baffled. K was equally confused by how sudden and strange the exposure was.

And if you really thought it through, there had been plenty of opportunities to intercept Priest earlier. Why wait until he was in position with his sniper rifle on the rooftop?

As K struggled to make sense of it all, his anger rising, Priest’s calm voice came through again, now tinged with a hint of resolve.

“Don’t worry, K.”

“Judging by how they’re moving, their target is me alone. Ghost hasn’t been discovered yet.”

“I’m not getting out of this, but if that lead dog shows up, I’ll do everything I can to take him out. At least that way, they’ll lose their sharpest nose.”

“As for Ghost, with me drawing their attention, Gray Wolf should have a much easier time completing the mission.”

“That’s all for now, K.”

“I need to prepare and quietly wait for Su Ming to show himself.”

Hearing these words, K narrowed his cold, vicious eyes, his tone laced with implication.

“Priest, good luck.”

“Starting today, I’ll take care of your family.”

“All the things you’ve done for me over the years, I’ve never forgotten. Do your best to finish this last mission.”

These weren’t words of comfort.

They were a threat and a reminder.

K was making it clear: even if the mission failed, Priest must not be taken alive.

Whether the mission succeeded or not, he had to commit suicide before capture.

Only the dead could keep secrets.

Priest’s tone didn’t change. If anything, he sounded oddly relaxed, his voice low and steady.

“Don’t worry, K.”

“A mercenary on the battlefield never betrays his employer. We’re not protected by the Geneva Convention. We don’t expect to surrender and live another day.”

“So… whether I manage to kill that dog or not, it’s time I joined the old comrades who’ve been buried for years.”

With that, Priest ended the call, leaving only the sound of the line going dead.

K slowly lowered the phone from his ear, deep in thought about what could have caused Priest’s exposure.

After a few seconds of silence, a sudden realization struck him.

He grabbed the freshly poured wine glass and hurled it at the wall with a furious roar.

“Fuck!”

Then, without hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed Ghost.

As soon as the call connected, K stared at the shattered glass on the floor, his voice ice-cold.

“Ghost.”

“Where are you right now? Why aren’t you at Sanhe Square?”

The question caught Ghost off guard for a moment, but then he burst into laughter, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain.

“Huh? Boss K.”

“Don’t tell me you actually sent someone to Sanhe Square?”

“Well, that’s awkward. I thought Sanhe Square wasn’t safe, and for my own safety while fleeing…”

“I tipped off the police earlier, said some criminals might be heading to Sanhe Square. Turns out someone really did show up, huh?”

“Oh, my bad, Boss K.”

“Looks like your guy made the trip for nothing and now he’s about to get arrested.”

“How about this, Boss K—why don’t you pick another place for me? I promise I’ll go this time. I’ll follow orders to the letter.”

“I’ll even wait there quietly for you to send someone to kill me…”