C152 (2/2)
Zhang Song nodded.
In a villa in London, England.
The previous Sect Master of Red Star Society looked at the document in his hand. Staring at the documents in his hands that were sent over from his subordinates, he flew into a rage, ”What?! All of you died in battle?! Jin Xianen, you old fox, you actually managed to dodge multiple assassinations time and time again, and didn't even manage to bring back one of the people I sent out alive. Looks like I have underestimated you, this time you won't have that much luck, I will use the blood of everyone in your Tiger Gang to pay tribute to Ke Leisi, who was killed by you all. ”
”Take his life while he is sick. Master Cramer, who should we send this time? ” The old man who had remained silent suddenly asked.
No matter what method you use, you must definitely destroy his Tiger Gang. I want Jin Xianen to live in fear all day, and let him know just how big of a mistake he made in the past. ” Cramer said resolutely.
”This subordinate understands.” The old man at the side accepted the order and left.
After the old man left, Cramer resolutely stared at the document in his hands and muttered to himself: ”Child, wait a bit longer. I'll definitely make my entire Tiger Gang go down to accompany you.”
Seoul, Korea, in a luxurious nightclub.
”Sect Master, your subordinate was incompetent and was unable to get anything out of you.” A scarred man whispered.
”Hmm, it is indeed very difficult to learn anything from these Death Soldiers. You have already done your best.” Jin Xianen said indifferently as he held onto his injured chest. The wounds on his chest were the result of repeated assassinations, but none of the assassins were able to kill him. Although the wounds looked serious, they were far from fatal.
”Then what should we do next?” Knife-Scarred Man stared at Jin Xianen and asked.
”Before we figure out the true purpose of Red Star Society, we can stay put. If Cramer were to send more killers, we can deal with them, but I still don't understand, there is no conflict of interest between Tiger Gang and itself, and the two countries are so far apart, so according to common sense, even if he could kill me, it wouldn't benefit him in the slightest. So why would Cramer continuously send assassins to assassinate me? What exactly is the secret behind it? ” Jin Xianen faced this assassination after assassination, but even now, he still did not understand why Red Star Society would do such a thing. He did not know what Amen's goal was.
”Sect Master, we've been bullied to such an extent, we've even bullied our own doorsteps. Are we still not going to retaliate?” The Knife-Scarred Man really could not endure this kind of day, where restrictions were everywhere and people were on tenterhooks.
Jin Xianen stared at Knife-Scarred Man with interest, and said indifferently: ”Then what do you mean?”
Knife-Scarred Man said firmly: ”Since he has already bullied us to our doorsteps, if we do not return him some greetings, then we will be letting down their enthusiasm.” After he finished speaking, Knife-Scarred Man laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.
”Since it's like this, bring some people to see Cramer, but you must be careful, Tiger Gang can exist, but I cannot lose these old brothers of yours who have accompanied me during my lifetime of battle.” Jin Xianen warned.
After fighting for so many years, it caused their relationship to grow deeper and deeper. Although they were not blood brothers, they were more like blood brothers.
The Knife-Scarred Man laughed, then laughed sincerely and said to Jin Xianen: ”Sect Master, don't worry, I will return safely, my Tiger Gang will not fall, as long as we old brothers live, my Tiger Gang will not be defeated by anyone.” This light promise was a promise that he would protect for the rest of his life.
Jin Xianen nodded his head towards the Knife-Scarred Man with certainty, and said with a slightly fluctuating tone of voice: ”Alright, I know, go ahead, come back early, we will wait for your return.”
”Then I'll head back now and prepare. I'll set off tonight.” With that, the Knife-Scarred Man turned and ran back towards the entrance of the nightclub.
His gaze followed Knife-Scarred Man's departing back until he completely disappeared from Jin Xianen's sight. He seemed a little lonely as he muttered to himself faintly, ”How many people can return once you enter the Jianghu Road?” A long sigh echoed through the quiet nightclub.
At home, in an exquisite garden.
An old man was tightly clutching a photo in his hands. Nothing could be seen from his facial expression, but if one looked closely, they would see that his current gaze was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, somewhat sinister and somewhat sharp.
His hands were clasped behind his back. Even though he was old, his figure was still tall and straight. At the moment, he was standing with his chest upright. There were several people standing below, all of them slightly lowered their heads as if they were listening to this elder's teachings, but it seemed more as if they were waiting for him to give out some sort of order.
Silence. It was so quiet that everyone's heartbeats could be heard. It was so quiet that even a tiny needle could be heard when it fell onto the ground. At this moment, the old man was struggling with his own thoughts. He was at a loss, not knowing if what he was doing was right or wrong.
In order to avenge his own son Ke Leisi, the current Cramer was already close to insanity, and tried to kill him multiple times. But, could he do anything to Jin Xianen in the end? Facing Cramer's repeated assassinations, no matter how much Jin Xianen tried to defend himself, he was still injured by the enemy's sneak attacks. In order to wash away his shame, his old brother Knife-Scarred Man took the initiative to assassinate Cramer. Who was this old man? Who was the target of the assassination he planned? Would his plan succeed? What was the fate of these people who carried all sorts of missions? Cramer, Jin Xianen, Knife-Scarred Man, the mysterious old man, what kind of fate did these people have waiting for them?