God of Tricksters

On the other side, Ben and his group kept advancing without any problem. They met monsters from time to time, but no monster was strong enough to stop them.

At the same time, since they were going to a low level area, the monsters gradually turned weaker and the group got an even easier time.

If this continued, they would be able to kill all the Hero Rank Monsters in that area, albeit everything couldn't go according to their plan.

When they reached a forest. Surrounded by trees, Ben suddenly halted his step when he sensed someone behind the tree.

Even the others felt something was wrong and stopped behind him, looking at their surroundings.

Ben felt a powerful Awareness had surrounded them as he shouted, "Come out!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became cold as the group could feel the hair on their hands rise.

"Ben Lange?"A middle-aged man called his name. He was one of the group members that followed him to finish the task assigned by Endo Lange. Yes, this was another reason why Endo Lange permitted Ben to take such an action. He wanted to assess him by using this man whose level wasn't that different from him.

This middle-aged man was worried since he knew they were in danger, but he couldn't sense anything other than the killing intent that shrouded them.

Ben Lange, on the other hand, looked at the woods and shouted. "Ten… No, eleven people."

When everyone heard those words, a black hooded man with a lion mask came out. No one could see his face nor his hair, but they were able to see his young hand and a sword hanging on his back waist.

The masked man raised his hand and one by one, black hooded people with masks came out from behind the trees. Their appearance was similar to the black hooded people, and no one could see their appearance other than their gender and weapons.

However, there was one distinct feature that differentiated them from the others.

There was a red mark on their wrist and animal masks. All of them were animal heads.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man took a step back in horror as he recognized all these hooded people. "Red tattoo on the wrist, animal mask, and a swift appearance… They… They are the Twelve Daemon."

"What?!"

"One of the top Assassin Groups in the country?"

"Why are they attacking us?"

"Did someone hire them to kill us?"

Ben Lange furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "I don't understand this. I don't think there is someone who wants to challenge my Lange Family. Under whose order you come to us, Twelve Daemon?"

The one with the lion mask simply shook his head without a single word as if they had no intention to ask.

"You should know that the moment you're getting into this mess, the Lange Family will take action, right?" Ben continued, trying to see a way out. Or at least, he tried to buy time, so he could think of another way to escape from here.

At the same time, the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something and pointed his finger at them. "Look… There are only eleven of them. Where is their head, the Daemon Dragon?"

"No, you should ask why they want us dead." Ben Lange corrected him and continued, "I can pay you three times what the other party can afford."

The group quickly made a formation and looked in all directions, preparing for any attacks while listening to the negotiation.

Suddenly, all eleven Daemons released their Magic Power and Killing Intent, making their intention clear. The Twelve Daemon indeed wanted to kill all of them here.

Ben and the others knew that the only way to survive was to break through. However, Ben and the middle-aged man understood that among the Twelve Daemons, there were three people on a whole different level. They must have passed Level 500 and entered the Supreme Rank.

When the hope disappeared, the middle-aged man said, "Young Master. Let me handle the rest. You should escape from here and tell the family to exterminate the Daemons."

Ben gritted his teeth and shouted, "How can I do that? I'm still following my father's order."

The middle-aged man shook his head, knowing that this mission was bound to fail no matter what. After all, the Twelve Daemons were at least Level 400 people, so there was no way they would be able to escape, considering all of them might be Hero Rank Experts but below Level 300.

The middle-aged man said, "I'm sure that your father can understand since the Twelve Daemon is involved in this matter. Please take care of our family after this, Young Master."

Ben clenched his teeth. The reason why the middle-aged man said that was due to him knowing Ben Lange was a bit different than his ruthless father. Ben still had compassion and kindness to take care of someone from the same family.

But this made them miscalculate something. There was someone more important than his father or his family in Ben's heart.

Ben took a deep breath and said, "I will."

When everyone was ready to fight the Daemons, Ben also unsheathed his sword as if he prepared to fight them.

The middle-aged man raised his sword to make a path for him, only to find that his vision suddenly flipped and moved at the same time. He couldn't understand in an instant but soon found that his body no longer had a head and the blood started to pour like a fountain.

And he also found that Ben's sword was the one slicing his neck with that red blood dripping off his sword. In his last few seconds, he could only think, 'Young Master… You…'

Yes, he realized something in that split second. The one who commissioned the service of one of the top assassin groups was none other than Ben Lange. And the reason they found them here was also him.

The last thing he saw was Ben's cold face as if he didn't care about their lives at all.

Ben said in a cold tone. "Hmph. Do you think I don't know that you're my father's men and your job is to observe me instead of helping me? That bastard old man shouldn't involve himself in my little brother's business anymore… Besides, killing one of my father's top groups will weaken his power. So, die, vermin!"