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Upon arrival, he passed through customs like any ordinary traveler and hailed a cab. His destination wasn\'t far. When he reached a certain hotel-like building, he entered quietly. Immediately he approached the counter, he flashed a ring at the woman behind it.

Her welcoming smile instantly vanished as she pressed a hidden button beneath the desk. Moments later, he was escorted to an elevator that took him to the top floor.

There, he sat down in front of a computer and began his search for information on the white-haired target. After two hours of digging, he had what he needed. He stood up, left the building, and made his way toward the western part of Ross City.

A short subway ride later, he found himself at an amusement park. He boarded a roller coaster, but his eyes weren\'t on the ride. Instead, he focused on a mansion far in the distance—his real destination.

After hours of watching the house, Number 91 returned to his hotel. The next day, he went back and repeated the same routine. He did the same on the third day, but this time, something felt off. There seemed to be some sort of block—an obstacle he couldn\'t quite put his finger on. Nevertheless, on the fourth day, he returned.

To his surprise, he noticed a car leaving the mansion that morning. Discreetly, he followed it. The car led him to Ross Mansion, a place with far more security. A short while later, a private jet took off from the property, heading toward Hiroshi City.

Number 91 returned to his hotel, calmly cleaning his room as if everything was normal. A few hours later, he was already en route to Hiroshi City, his focus sharp and unbroken.

Upon arriving in Hiroshi City, Number 91 wasted no time. He checked into a modest hotel under a different alias and immediately began scoping out the area. His target had to be somewhere in the city, but Hiroshi was large, bustling, and known for its heavy security presence. This wouldn\'t be as simple as following a car.

The next day, he planted himself near the airport, scanning for any familiar faces. His patience was rewarded when, late in the afternoon, some youngsters handed in a private jet and got in a sleek car, flanked by two bodyguards. Number 91\'s heart didn\'t race—he had trained for this. Calmly, he tailed them from a distance.

Although they aren\'t the white-haired boys he was interested in, the new group has something in common with Klaus; they are here for the Regional Trial of the Celestial Mountain Academy.

He knew by sticking close to anyone coming to Hiroshi City for the same event, his chances of getting the location and a step closer to the target were very high. So he gathered the patient and did the only logical things, staying alert and following them.

He followed them until they stopped and entered a hotel located at the City\'s center. Number 91 watched carefully as the group checked in and was escorted upstairs. He knew rushing in now would be suicide. This would take precision.

He continued to observe the hotel from a distance, watching carefully for any sign of the white-haired target. After a few hours, a flying car arrived and picked up a group of youngsters. To his advantage, Number 91 spotted the white-haired boy among them. Rather than pursue it, he decided to play it smart.

He checked himself into the hotel, making sure his room was close to the suite the white-haired youngster had come from. Once inside, he blended in, ordering room service and behaving like any other guest. He knew better than to attract attention, especially in a place like this.

An hour later, to maintain appearances, Number 91 entered his room with a seductive woman by his side. He laughed and chatted with her, playing the part of a carefree traveler, but his mind never strayed from his target. Every detail mattered. The lady was just part of his cover, nothing more. This was the life of a professional—always in control, always watching.

That evening, Number 91 entered the jacuzzi with the same lady, sharing kisses and engaging in all sorts of intimate moments. They laughed and enjoyed the warmth of the water, blending in perfectly with the atmosphere of the hotel. Around 10 PM, however, his attention shifted when he noticed the same flying car dropping off the white-haired youngster and his friends.

A satisfied smile crossed his face as he returned to his room, the lady still at his side. They finished what they had started, and soon she drifted off to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful.

Once she was asleep, Number 91 slipped out of bed and took a bath, washing away the distractions. He changed into a dark leather outfit, the fabric fitting snugly against his body. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a laptop. But instead of using it to check emails or browse the web, he dismantled it piece by piece.

With swift, practiced movements, he rearranged the parts. In a surprising twist, the laptop transformed into a dagger with a burning dark red blade, glinting ominously in the low light. He carefully laced the blade with poison, ensuring it would do its job if the moment came. Satisfied, he sheathed the dagger, readying himself for the task ahead.

He moved silently to the bathroom, then slipped through the window, carefully entering the adjacent room—it belonged to the lady in his bed. He climbed closer and stopped just as he was right beneath the sealing.

He took his surroundings into his mental note before carefully touching the sealing. Like a foam in hot water, he discovered into the ceiling eerily.

Moments later, he found himself in a kitchen, making sure his aura was canceled out completely. He walked toward the washroom, once again merging with the wall. This time, he didn\'t emerge on the other side. Instead, he found himself staring at the white-haired youngster, who was drinking water, oblivious to the presence lurking just beyond the wall.

After a moment, the boy moved back to his bed. Number 91 watched intently, noting how he paused for just a heartbeat before jumping onto the mattress. Quietly, he sighed and unsheathed his dagger, preparing for the moment he\'d been waiting for. He stepped out from the wall, making sure to remain undetected as he approached the bed.

Each step was calculated, and soon he was just a breath away from his target. He will be able to strike any moment, all he has left is a single step and he took that step.

But as he leaned in, ready to attack, something dark pierced through him—or more precisely, something stabbed at his soul. In that instant, his vision began to darken, and the dagger started to loosen in his grip.

He lost control, unable to fight against the creeping pain and helplessness he found himself in. His dagger slipped and his body lost all strength. His vision turned blurry...

Just before he blacked out, he caught the white-haired boy\'s gaze who was muttering something at him. He manage to read the boy\'s lips as he murmured, "Sleep tight. We have a lot to talk about when you wake up."

His vision faded into pure darkness, the world slipping away from him.