Chapter 282 The Waiver

• A security guard?
• The Grim Reapers paused in surprise. Ever since they entered the world of assassins, they had taken on numerous contracts. Their targets were mostly high-profile figures—either underworld bosses or corporate titans. They had never received a contract for someone so seemingly insignificant. Just a security guard, yet the price was an astonishing 20 million.
• White Grim Reaper took the photo, her eyes betraying a flicker of curiosity and interest. She wondered what was so special about this guard.