"Come on; You joined the Uprising too. Don't act like it has some moral high ground above me! We might have different reasons for joining Uprising, but we're both criminals now, fighting for the same goal," Dixon said as he rolled his eyes.

He turned back and continued getting dressed.

Ryder looked at the back of the man before he took a deep breath.

He started walking towards the exit. "Goodbye, Dixon."

"Bye, I'll see you downstairs," With a wave of a hand, Dixon replied.

Just as Ryder was near the door, he glanced back at Dixon.

"No, you won't," Ryder said as he raised his gun slowly.

"What do you mean?" Dixon let out as he glanced in the direction of Ryder, but his mouth opened slightly as he saw the gun aiming at him.

"Come on, Ryder. Stop joking. I'm going to get late if you don't stop. Go and tell the doctor that I'll be right downstairs," Dixon said to Ryder as he smiled wryly.

He had just started to wear a shirt. He put his left hand inside the shirt, but before he could put his right hand inside, a trigger was pulled, a bullet was shot, and a head was penetrated.

Dixon's eyes were still wide open as his body fell on the ground. He couldn't believe that he had just died like that.

"You're too far gone. Have a good rest," Ryder muttered as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

****

Back on the first floor, the Thirteenth King had entered the lift with his five followers. The doors of the lift closed, and it started to go upwards.

A few seconds after the door of the lift closed, the Twelfth King entered the building and walked towards the lift.

He starts tapping the button to call the lift.

The Thirteenth King stepped out of the lift on the fifth floor.

"Your Highest, the Thirteenth King. You're here," A man in white doctor's clothes noticed the Thirteenth King getting out of the lift and went forward to greet him.

"The Twelfth King didn't come? I was here to escort both of you," he continued.

"Hmm. That guy is late. Ignore him. Anyway, Where is Senia," the Thirteenth King enquired.

"Boss? Please follow behind me. The boss is checking the bombs one last time. I'll take you to him," the man said as he started walking ahead.

The Thirteenth King and the others followed behind.

The lift went back to the first floor.

The Twelfth King entered the lift as the lift's door opened. He tapped the button of the fifth floor and watched the door close.

He stepped out of the lift on the fifth floor and looked around to see if anyone was there.

He saw a man in soldier uniform standing at some distance.

"You, Where is Senia?" he asked the man.

The guard escorted him to the place.

The Twelfth King was brought to the hallway on the left when he saw the Thirteenth King walking ahead of him with his followers.

"I'll handle the rest. You can go back," he waved his hand and told the guard to go back.

Turning back, the guard started walking away.

The Twelfth King glanced at the Thirteenth King, who seemed to be about fifty meters away from him.

He disappeared from his position and appeared right beside the Thirteenth King.

The Thirteenth King didn't even glance towards the Twelfth King as he said, "You were late."

"No, I wasn't late. It seems like you were early. Well, I guess I can't blame you. You being early is better than you being late," The Twelfth King replied in a calm tone.

The seven of them were escorted to the room where they saw fourteen bombs placed in a line.

A man in a black cloak was sitting with his back facing them. He seemed to be working on the bombs.

"Boss, The Kings are here," the white-robed man said after entering the room.

The black-cloaked man turned back and gazed at the Thirteenth and the Twelfth King.

He stood up and bowed his head a little, revealing his face that seemed to be that of an old man who was in his sixties. He had a long white heart.

"Your Highness, the Thirteen King, welcome," he greeted the Thirteenth King before shifting to the Twelfth King. "Your Highness, the Twelfth King, welcome."

"You're still working on the bombs? Are they not ready yet?" the Thirteenth King inquired.

"Ah, they are ready. I was just checking them to make sure that everything was right. Now the only thing left to do is to sync all of them together so that no one can disable them individually," The old man said.

" Why didn't you do it yet? Are you being lazy? You know I don't like lazy people," the Thirteenth King said as he glared at the man.

"Ah, not at all. It will only take five minutes at most. We'll start syncing soon. Our men will be here soon. We didn't do it before because it was more effective to do it half a day before we expect them to blast. Any more than this, and it would've wasted the energy of the bombs," the man said.

" Call him here and finish it in front of me. I don't want any mistakes. I want our little prey to appear today, but if he doesn't, I still expect to see a good show of screams and cries," the Thirteenth King said.

"Of Course. Please take a seat while I arrange things," the old man told the two kings as he pointed towards the seats that were placed on one side of the room.

"Hmph," the Thirteenth King started walking towards the seat. The Twelfth King also followed. Both of them took seats while the Five followers of the Thirteenth King stayed standing.

"You go and call Dixon downstairs. That guy is going to get me killed someday," the old man told the man in the White robe to call Dixon downstairs.

The man nodded his head as he left the room. He entered the lift to go to the sixth floor.

****

"This makes it the Sixtieth kill of the day. At Least I don't have to regret anything. I'm only doing this world a favor by killing them," Ryder muttered as he glanced at the dead body that was lying on the bed.

" If it's a sin, then it's a sin I'm willing to bear," he let out as he turned back to leave the room.

He stepped out of the room.