The next day La Rossa left her apartment for the airport with a stride as she entered the airport. La Rossa arrived at Changi Airport, she was about to take a flight from Singapore to Indonesia.

After flying for several hours, La Rossa arrived at Soekarno Hatta International Airport, she walked towards the exit. She hired a taxi to a hotel that Jhon had prepared.

When La Rossa arrived at the hotel, she immediately cleaned herself because she felt sticky all over. La Rossa took a bath to refresh herself, then rinsed her body under the shower.

La Rossa came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest, the sound of a cell phone ringing, she picked up the call. Jhon's voice came from the other side of the line.

"I've sent the address, do it tonight!" Jhon ordered.

"Ok!" La Rossa replied briefly.

"Get me a Ninja H2 motorcycle," La Rossa told Jhon.

Without waiting for Jhon's approval she immediately hung up the phone. then La Rossa prepared to go to the target, she checked the address that Jhon gave her. The location was located on the outskirts of the city, this made it very easy for her.

Half an hour later there was a knock on the door, La Rossa opened the door to her room, she saw a man in a black shirt with a muscular body. He handed La Rossa a motorcycle key, without a word, he immediately turned around and left La Rossa's presence.

La Rossa put the key on the nightstand, and went back to tidying up the equipment she would be carrying. After everything was ready, she placed the black duffel bag on the floor and lay down.

Once again he looked at his target through the screen of his cellphone, he observed in detail the target's face, 'actually his face is quite decent, but what happened to the other face, like a burn. Has he ever had an incident that caused his face to scar and look like a monster?' La Rossa muttered softly, she continued to stare at the target.

'What a sad fate, the sole heir to the largest business empire in Southeast Asia must die a tragic death at my hands,' La Rossa muttered again with confidence, as she always succeeded in her missions.

La Rossa continued to stare at her target's face, she felt that the face was so familiar, but she forgot where La Rossa had met or seen it. She chose to close her phone screen and placed it unceremoniously beside her. La Rossa closed her eyes, she was going to rest for a while before doing the action.

The night was getting late, La Rossa woke up at exactly 00.00 WIB. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. He left the hotel room to the parking lot, La Rossa left the hotel by riding a motorcycle at high speed.

After traveling along the streets of the capital city to the suburbs, La Rossa arrived at a luxurious but old-looking house that was located quite far from the crowd. She parked her motorcycle and walked to the back of the house, where a high wall surrounded the house.

La Rossa threw the rope she had prepared earlier, then she climbed over the wall and jumped down into the backyard of the house, she ran closer to the old house.

The house was quite large and spacious, all the windows were made of glass. La Rossa searched for the target's room, and after circling the house, she finally found Gilbert's room upstairs.

La Rossa threw the rope back over the balcony railing, climbed up and then landed perfectly on the balcony.

La Rossa pried open the window of Gilbert's room, she saw that the target was fast asleep. Without waiting for long, La Rossa aimed her dagger straight at Gilbert's heart. Gilbert unexpectedly caught La Rossa's arm.

Gilbert opened his eyes, staring directly into La Rossa's retinas. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a long time, La Rossa realized and immediately attacked Gilbert with her dagger. Gilbert dodged La Rossa's attack nimbly.

With no sign of a paralyzed person, La Rossa was surprised to find out that her target was a martial arts expert and not paralyzed.

"You're not paralyzed?" said La Rossa coldly.

"What do you think?" replied Gilbert equally coldly.

"You're a great actor, able to trick everyone," La Rossa said again in a cold, flat tone devoid of emotion and expression.

"If I didn't do my part well, I would have moved on to the afterlife long ago," Gilbert said.

"So you knew all along who wanted to harm you and even wanted your life?" asked La Rossa probingly.

Gilbert didn't answer La Rossa's question, he looked back into La Rossa's eyes. 'That look,' Gilbert thought to himself.

The fight between them was heard by Jonathan, who was always by Gilbert's side. Jonathan barged into Gilbert's room and immediately helped Gilbert by attacking La Rossa.

La Rossa, who was being attacked from two sides, began to get overwhelmed, Jonathan grabbed the dagger that was in La Rossa's hand and pointed it at her stomach and La Rossa, who did not have time to dodge, was stabbed right in her stomach. Blood gushed from the wound.

La Rossa held the blood from the stab wound by pressing it with one hand. Jonathan wasn't satisfied with just injuring her, he attacked La Rossa again by aiming the dagger at her heart, La Rossa quickly dodged and kicked Jonathan in the stomach.

Seeing an opportunity to escape, La Rossa immediately ran out of the window and jumped from the second floor down, La Rossa landed on the ground by rolling.

She ran through the dark night and grabbed the rope that she had left behind the house, then she climbed the wall and jumped, this time she was unable to land smoothly because she had to endure a wound in her stomach. Spraining his leg, he stood up and walked with a limp and dragging his footsteps.

La Rossa approached her motorcycle and took off at breakneck speed, heading back to the hotel.

Just as she was about to clean her wound, she got a phone call from Jhon. La Rossa knew that she had failed her mission.

"Hello," La Rossa greeted.

"Ros, what happened?" asked Jhon.

"You know that I failed my mission?" asked La Rossa coldly.

"I don't want to lose you Ros," said Jhon in a sad tone.