The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 163: Hawkeye
Chapter 163 - 163: Hawkeye
The bar was quiet during the day, nearly deserted.
Alice Moon told John to wait outside the VIP room. Then she opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes landing on a figure sitting alone—face and body wrapped in layers of concealment.
As she entered, the figure looked up. He wore a special mask, and a voice changer at his collar distorted his speech.
It was none other than Hawkeye, her direct superior in the Shadow Pavilion.
"Night Rose," he said, his altered voice sharp and cold. "I assume you know why I'm here."
His eyes, like sharpened blades beneath the mask, seemed to pierce right through her.
Alice's expression didn't change. She answered coolly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You killed the Black and White Ghosts."
It wasn't a question. It was a conclusion—one drawn from the clues he had gathered. And in his mind, there was no room for doubt.
Alice fell silent.
She remembered that day clearly. When the Black and White Ghosts had infiltrated the Greenland Villa—Black Ghost had vanished without a trace. And while fighting White Ghost, a sudden lightning strike had reduced him to ashes. At the time, she'd been puzzled.
Later, after learning John's true identity, she realized what must have happened.
It had been John who killed them. But since it was essentially done on her behalf, she didn't bother denying it.
"They deserved to die," she said coldly. "They tried to kill my family."
"Night Rose!"
Hawkeye's voice hardened. His gaze became piercing, like a spotlight on a stage. "From the moment you joined the Shadow Pavilion, you no longer had a family."
Alice shook her head but didn't reply.
Hawkeye continued, "I know your strength—and the strength of your team. None of you were capable of defeating even one of the Black and White Ghosts. Which means... someone helped you. Am I right?"
Alice remained silent.
Hawkeye sneered. "Looks like you've lost all loyalty to the organization."
A chill filled the room.
The killing intent radiating from him was suffocating. He had come prepared to eliminate a traitor.
Alice gritted her teeth. She had known this confrontation would come—and that it wouldn't end peacefully.
Without hesitation, she suddenly lunged, hurling a silver thorn straight at his heart.
Clang!
A cold spark lit the air.
Hawkeye moved like a shadow. A gleaming blade appeared in his hand, deflecting the thorn with ease. Then he sprang forward—like a predator mid-pounce—exploding toward her with terrifying speed.
"Foolish move, Night Rose. This betrayal will be your last mistake."
In an instant, he was upon her.
His blade flashed, slicing toward her snow-white neck with deadly precision.
The battle had begun.
Alice didn't dare underestimate him. Hawkeye was far more dangerous than the Black and White Ghosts. He was her former commander—an elite among elites.
She responded with full force.
Vital energy surged around her.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Alice had only recently stepped into the world of cultivation. She was now a first-grade Energy Refining cultivator—barely enough to parry one or two of Hawkeye's attacks.
But even that was enough to surprise him.
He narrowed his eyes. Her strength... this is not what it used to be.
He had assumed she couldn't possibly defeat the Ghosts. But the Alice he was facing now—she was stronger than both of them combined.
What had changed?
Then he noticed it.
A faint cyan glow surrounded Alice's palms. Just now, she had parried his strike with her bare hands—and the counterforce had made his own palm go numb.
"You're a cultivator?"
His tone sharpened with disbelief.
Alice didn't answer.
Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. "So that's it. Then I really can't let you live."
If she was already this strong at such an early stage, what would she become in a few years?
She had to die—now.
In a flash, his killing intent erupted. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Alice's face went pale. She suddenly grabbed a teacup from the table and flung it at Hawkeye.
He dodged with ease.
Crash!
The teacup smashed against the VIP room door.
What Hawkeye didn't realize was—that had been her goal all along.
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She hadn't locked the door when she entered.
And at that exact moment, the door opened.
A young man stepped inside.
He closed the door behind him, casually walked to the sofa, and sat down as if the room were empty.
Hawkeye's eyes narrowed with alarm. "Are you the one here to help her?"
John didn't even look at him. "Don't mind me. Continue what you were doing."
The hairs on the back of Hawkeye's neck stood up.
His instincts screamed at him—this man wasn't ordinary. He might even be a cultivator.
He had to be.
Could he be Alice's mentor?
This was turning dangerous.
"You'll regret betraying the Shadow Pavilion, Night Rose!" Hawkeye snarled.
He lunged forward—then suddenly twisted around, heart pounding.
Two cultivators. He couldn't win.
Shit. I have to get out of here!
He turned to flee.
But in the same instant—
Boom!
An invisible force slammed into his back with the weight of a falling mountain. His organs shattered on impact. His body hit the door with a sickening crunch.
Hawkeye was dead before he hit the floor.
John slowly stood up, brushing off his hands. "I wanted you to use him for combat practice," he said to Alice. "Didn't think he'd be that useless."
Alice stepped forward and pulled off the mask.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I didn't expect it to be him."
