Chapter 446


    He arrived swiftly at his destination, swung open the car door, and hopped out.


    Caleb, who’d been waiting at the factory entrance, promptly handed him his gear.


    “Boss, he doesn’t seem to know about Mr. Law. He’s just following someone else’s orders to copy you


    and mess with Ms. Shultz.”


    If he didn’t know about Mr. Law, then it was best for Mr. Law to stay undercover and not show his face


    to avoid being exposed.


    Bernard, with a frown on his face, put on the mask that Caleb handed him and let Caleb tattoo a


    dragon on his neck. Then he put on a pair of ck gloves.


    His right hand was injured, so he’d have to wear gloves whenever he was on a mission, but that


    wouldn’t stop him from kicking the asses of the bad guys in this world.)


    After getting into his Mr. Law getup, he stepped onto the cold ground, leading a group of masked men,


    all dressed in ck, towards the abandoned factory.


    The guy tied to the pir saw from a distance, at the factory entrance where al


    group of masked men, surrounding an incredibly distinguished man, walked in.


    The man’s uniform fit him perfectly, and he was close to six foot three.


    His powerful aura was like that of a long-standing ruler, extremely oppressive.


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    His lean physique, along with his immactely groomed hair, made him appear all the more noble.


    Upon seeing the golden-bronze mask on his face, the guy tied to the pir, recognized him, then his


    face turned pale.


    He was stripped bare, with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, unable to plead for mercy. All he could


    do was whimper in a struggle.


    Bernard strode up to the man, coldly inspecting thesh marks all over his body.


    They didn’t look alike in the face, but their bodies were simr. He made a good stand-in.


    But there could only be one Mr. Law in this world.


    Bernard towered over the man, watching him for a few seconds, then signaled for someone to remove


    the cloth from the guy’s mouth.


    “Spare me, please. I don’t know anything. Some guy just gave me money to impersonate you guys,”


    the man pleaded, with tears streaming down his face..


    “I truly don’t know who the guy is. He sent me outfits, masks, and knives and paid me a deposit,


    promising to pay me the rest once the job was done. But I failed, and because of my ipetence, he


    refused to pay me the rest.”


    “I tried to track him down, even checked with the bank. But the ount holder is an innocent old man


    who knows nothing about this and is too poor to pay me. I’ve been set up, please let me go.”


    Bernard pulled out a golden knife, and rested the de on the trembling man’s neck, who was scared


    shitless.


    “Did you touch her?”


    The man felt the sharp, ice-cold de. It seemed like it had tasted the blood of many. He was shaking


    like a leaf.


    “I…I didn’t touch her…I just…”


    Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a chilling sensation on his neck. The cold sensation of blood


    gushing out made him scream in pain.


    “Ahhh! Don’t kill me!!!”


    Caleb, seeing him making such a fuss, stepped forward, and smacked him hard across his face.


    “Answer my question and cut the crap. Quit whining like a crybaby!”