The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Even before he had set his hired thugs on the task of getting rid of one of the Gray Wolfe\'s twins, Amos knew that the chances of succeeding were minimal, and the risk of exposing himself was far too high.

After all, even if they were now betting everything on him, hired thugs could never be as reliable as people brought up and trained by the Black Tiger, and even their performance was far from satisfactory as far as Amos was concerned.

But how could one stand to win big without taking a great gamble?

Now that his life was at an all time low, the silver-haired boy felt like he had nothing to lose, so might as well go all out.

The timing, the location, the preparations… everything had been perfect.

But the sound of tires screeching and rapid firing of gunshots told him all he needed to know about the outcome.

The spotter confirmed that the parking lot was empty save for his thugs and the twins, so how could there be such a commotion if their target was dead?

Amos couldn\'t help but grit his teeth in frustration. "What the fuck happened?!"

The man on the other side was clearly panicked. "W-We missed, and the two of them are now trying to get away—"

"Stop yapping and blow it the fuck up, then, moron!"

The silver-haired boy slammed the transceiver on floor before stomping on it in fury. "Fucking useless garbage! How can you miss such an easy shot?!"

He had long since dreaded that something would go wrong no matter how well he prepared, but when it really happened, Amos still couldn\'t believe it. "Why is it that whenever I\'m about to turn things around, some incompetent moron by my side has to fuck it all up?!"

All these useless thugs were good for was threatening and killing people, but even when he managed to sneak them into such a good spot, they still failed to kill even one of the twins!

If he failed to take even the first step forward, how was he supposed to succeeded with his grand plan?

With his eyes reflecting a steely, firm will, the silver-haired boy quickly made a decision. \'Since it has come to this… I guess I can only do it myself!\'

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A greasy-haired middle-aged man grinned as he listened to the gloomy voice from his phone. "Yes yes, I understand. As long as you can get rid of that scourge, I\'ll be more than happy to help."

Obviously, Ginny\'s guess that someone on the inside must have helped the ambushers in the parking lot wasn\'t just paranoia.

This man wasn\'t the only one dissatisfied with the rapid shift of power into the hands of the \'inexperienced\' twins. After all, every bit of control that the duo gained was something snatched away from their hands!

Just because Sanders was too delirious to realize how dire the situation was getting didn\'t mean none of them would.

Instead of letting their wounds fester more, it was better to be ruthless on time and cut off the problem from its roots, regardless of the price they had to pay.

A skinny camel was still taller than a horse, and making arrangements to get the people willing to harm the twins close to the two wasn\'t difficult for them at all.

"You don\'t need to worry about those little little things, just make sure you don\'t get caught." He paused. "Oh, and don\'t mess it up again. This might be your last chance."

Of course, even Amos understood that it would be almost impossible to pull off any tricks once the twins decided to really hide within a turtle shell. "Just get it done properly, I\'ll take care of it all myself this time."

The old man laughed at the boy\'s rather gloomy response. "Relax, don\'t worry about today\'s failure too much. I\'ll get your men out of jail after some time even if they get caught by the police."

"No need."

The call was disconnected before the man could respond, and he could only shake his head with an amused smile. "How funny."

He\'d tried to look up more than once just what great grudge the boy had against his \'boss\' and his children, but aside from a few minor conflicts, he still couldn\'t find anything.

Naturally, the real identity of the silver-haired boy wasn\'t something he exposed willingly, but it wasn\'t something that bothered the man too much.

Instead, what confused him more was the boy\'s attitude.

Even a clever wife won\'t be able to make dinner with just an empty pot, right?

No matter how high the charisma and intelligence of the Black Tiger\'s \'vengeful spirit\' was, could he just manifest people and resources from sheer will?

Had that been possible, he wouldn\'t be in the situation he was in right now at all.

Did the boy not care about what happened to his subordinates?

Unless he was hiding extremely deeply, the manpower involved this time had to be all the boy had. Without manpower, not to mention fulfilling his lofty ambitions, it might not even be possible to continue sustaining his current \'fief\'!

It\'s easy to recruit people in that line of work, but they definitely won\'t join a gang if they knew it had already been hollowed out.

And if the rumors of the government\'s future plans were to be believed, any gang without sufficient strength was going to suffer a disaster soon anyway.

Not that it was any of his concern.

After all, as long as the boy killed the twins, the thorn lodged deep into his tiger\'s claws would be completely pulled out. With the twins gone and Sanders declining, who else would be able to take the reigns of the Gray Wolfe Corporation but them?

At that time, was there any need to be bothered by the infighting between monkeys?

"Well, I won\'t look a gift horse in the mouth. Since he\'s willing to do our dirty work for us and take the blame, who am I to complain?"

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