Martin's eyes lit up at Hank's words. He realized that they were three days away from the burning of the Scrap Terminal, a scene from the original timeline. This was good news for Martin; the more chaos there was, the more opportunities he would have. After all, only in muddy waters could one catch fish.

Hank walked towards the warehouse exit, but then paused, turning his head to say, "Our boss's name is Brandon Ouka. You're a member of the Squires now; how can you not know his name?"

Martin chuckled lightly and nodded in response. The two of them stepped outside, and it was getting dark. The streets were filled with weary pedestrians. Through casual conversation, Martin learned that the burly man he had seen earlier, his new boss Brandon Ouka, had been the chief of guards for nearly ten years. He had a wide range of contacts, including both high-ranking and low-ranking officials within the royal palace, and had even been summoned by the king.

However, Martin was skeptical of Hank's words; they had the feel of flattery. While it might be true that Brandon Ouka had been chief of the guards for ten years, the claim of him having extensive contacts remained unproven. After all, staying in the same position for that long could also indicate that he wasn't particularly well-connected in the royal capital.

As Hank prepared to take his leave, Martin initiated a conversation. "How about we go for a drink? I just arrived in the King's Capital today, and I have many questions I'd like your advice on."

Hank hesitated, appearing to be in a difficult situation, but ultimately, Martin's warm invitation led them both to a drinking establishment. After a few glasses of rice wine, Hank's cheeks flushed slightly, and with alcohol on his breath, he became more talkative.

"I'm telling you, if the Boss hadn't lost control of himself at the start, he would have already entered the Royal Palace to serve... you know what I mean, he shouldn't be touching..." Hank burped, cutting himself off mid-sentence as if he realized he had said something wrong.

Martin picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Hank's before he tilted his head back to drink. Considering the dangerous nature of his mission, Martin abstained from alcohol.

"Never mind, let's not talk about that. The Boss lives a carefree life every day now and is a regular on Pleasant Street. It's really enviable," Hank said as Martin casually nodded and poured another glass for him.

After three rounds of drinks, it was around seven in the evening when Martin and Hank parted ways outside the restaurant, the streets illuminated by the glow of streetlights. Martin lit a cigarette and thoughtfully watched Hank walk away. He had gathered a lot of useful information, and now it was time for him to act.

He pressed a hand against the hilt of the knife at his waist and stopped a passerby, who initially looked annoyed but quickly backed off when he saw Martin's Squire uniform. "Can you tell me where Pleasant Street is?" Martin asked.

The passerby responded with a friendly smile and gave Martin directions. That smile, along with the name "Pleasant Street," led Martin to ponder what that place was like. His new boss seemed to have considerable influence.

As he approached Pleasant Street, he found himself in a neighborhood bathed in pink and red lights. Both sides of the street were lined with two- to three-story buildings topped with spires, their roofs adorned with glazed tiles and lanterns hanging at the entrance. The gentle sounds of music mingled with laughter as couples embraced closely.

On the lofts above, he could vaguely see women dressed in revealing clothing and holding slender pipes, winking and smiling as they tried to attract passing guests. This was Joy Street, the flower street of the pirate world.

Perched on the roof of a building, Martin crouched in black clothing, holding his sword, the Dragon Slashing Flash, tightly. Ever since he had entered the pirate world, he had yet to engage in an actual fight. Tonight, however, he planned to assassinate his first target, setting the stage for the completion of his mission.

Suddenly, he heard loud laughter coming from the street. That familiar sound drew Martin's attention; it was none other than his boss, Brandon Ouka, who was striding down Pleasant Street, flanked by two guards.

The pedestrians hurriedly stepped aside when they spotted Brandon Ouka, who appeared slightly formal.

"Finally," Martin thought as he hid on the roof of a nearby house, closely following Brandon Ouka and his companions.

Before long, Brandon Ouka and the others entered a pavilion. Martin made his way through the darkness of the night and climbed to the top of the pavilion.

After pausing for a moment, Martin leapt from the roof, landing silently and quickly leaning against the wall to avoid detection.

Using the cover of night and the dim light, he began to explore room by room. He didn't need his eyes to check the rooms; he relied on his voice. Martin had been specially trained in this ability and recalled Brandon Oka's voice with clarity.

After checking out three rooms, Martin finally found his target. He could hear a conversation coming from one of them—a man and a woman.

"When on earth are you going to 'save me'? Can't you stand to see me here with another man?"

"Soon, soon. We have business with the left minister. It's not just money that can solve this problem. I've been working hard recently. The left minister is one of the king's allies..."

Martin listened to the two people in the room with an expressionless face, but the content of their conversation was becoming increasingly intense, causing him to frown. However, this was not the right time; he needed to wait for Ouka to be at his most vulnerable to deliver the killing blow.

Everything was going according to plan, and it wasn't long before a gasp echoed from the room.

Martin slowly sheathed the long knife at his waist. He then moved gently, pushing the window open and tumbling into the room without making the slightest sound. Inside, a man and a woman were entwined together, lost in the moment.

Martin had chosen this moment because it was when Ouka would be the most vulnerable.

With each step closer to Ouka, Martin was extra cautious, moving silently like a stalking cheetah. Five meters... three meters... one meter.

Martin came behind Ouka, slowly raised the long knife in his hand, the tip of the knife aimed at the back of Ouka's head.

The woman who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed under Ouka's body, for some reason her eyes suddenly opened and saw Martin holding a sharp blade.

The woman's face was terrified, and she subconsciously tried to scream, and Ouka also noticed the woman's terrified expression.

However, it was too late.

Holding the hilt of the blade with both hands in reverse, Martin stabbed at the back of Ouka's head with all his strength.

"Pfft."

The long knife directly penetrated through the back of Ouka's head, and the sharp tip of the knife, as if it had pierced through a piece of paper, stabbed out of Ouka's mouth.

The blade's momentum did not diminish, and the blood-stained tip of the blade pierced through the eye socket of the woman under Ouka, and then deeply plunged into the tatami mat underneath the woman.

The two people who were penetrated by the long knife, as if they were landed fish, their bodies were violently twitching, one of them was injured in the spine and mouth, the other was pierced through the brain marrow, both of them were unable to cry out, so they didn't attract the attention of others.

Martin's slash was calculated with precision.

If he only killed Ouka alone, then the woman under Ouka's body|would let out a scream at the first time, and when the guards at the door rushed into the room, Martin's situation would be dangerous.

Pirate world civilians have strong body values, not to mention the guards.

One cut, two lives, no mercy, Martin's killing skill to exceeds most killers.

This is also why, the Mysterious Land chose him to become a Hunter-Killer.

Hunter-killer is not only a person with special talent, but also has the guts to kill.