Before this, Hazzas had used many assassination methods, but all ended in failure.
Even with the help of the mysterious organization, he was not successful. Later, the leader of the organization saw that there was no effect and was unwilling to continue to assist him.
He became a discarded pawn.
Hazzas wanted so badly to sit on the throne he had always dreamed of, to stand at the pinnacle of power and prove to that person that he had the strength to unify the grassland.
Blinded by ambition, even though they knew the plan was not perfect and even had many mistakes and omissions, they still insisted on going ahead and taking a gamble on that one chance.
In the dead of night, he had thought about giving up. Nastu was impeccable and would make a good Khan. Then he would be a leisurely Khan, watching his descendants grow up. He would sit in the sunset of Kamisatohara and tell them stories of his youth.
But he couldn't do it. He had spent the first half of his life fighting for that position, and he was unwilling to give up now.
Even if he died, he would not regret it.
"Is that woman also yours?" He didn't want to die without knowing the reason.
Nastu hesitated, "No."
No name and no status.
Hazzas sneered. This was the first time he saw the hidden emotions in Nastu's eyes, and it turned out to be the last time.
"Everything is in your plan. I am the most stupid one. You have played me around."
"good."
"good."
The two helpless "Okay"s seemed to express everything he had been seeking but unable to obtain throughout his life.
He straightened his neck and slashed towards the long knife.
Seeing this, Nastu put down his weapon and reached out to pinch his chin to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.
"You have a group of killers behind you?"
During the war, several people attempted to assassinate him. Their moves were not like the style of the grassland people. Maybe it was related to the people in his information.
"You think I'll tell you?"
He used the same tone that Stu had used to ask the question just now.
After saying this, he smiled triumphantly, and blood flowed from the corners of his grinning mouth.
"You won't have an easy time."
He has a soft spot.
These were Hazzas's last words.
Stu knew that even if you tortured him until his last breath, he would just spit at you and sneer.
He doesn't want to do useless things.
With a knife in the throat, Hazzas' eyes dilated instantly, and his life froze at this moment.
Nastu stood up and glanced at everyone standing there. Most of them had bruised faces and noses. There was excitement, fear, and dullness in their eyes.
He breathed a sigh of relief when no one fell.
Then he swung his knife to splatter the blood and said word by word:
"I know that when you were young, you followed Hazza through thick and thin, and that Hazza even snatched your lives back from the clutches of death."
"If anyone disobeys, come and fight me and kill me to avenge him."
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