After Yin Hanruo slammed the door and left, Liu Yanbo got up, walked to the side of his bed, and took out a new pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.
Expensive cigarettes sure tastes much better than the cheap ones.
Satisfied, Liu Yanbo inhaled deeply and exhaled thick smoke, "It seems that I stabbed a hornet's nest. Who knew so many people would come looking for me? I guess this is the trouble those who live under the spotlight have to deal with."
Liu Yanbo smoked a cigarette in two mouthfuls, leaving only one butt. He grinned and mumbled: "It's pretty good."
Was he saying that this kind of life was good, or that the cigarettes were good?
Maybe it was a bit of both.
Stubbing out his cigarette, Liu Yanbo exhaustedly laid on his bed and fell asleep right away. In a daze, he seemed to be having a dream.
There was no longer a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in his dream. And no longer was it endless darkness.
It was sunlight!
He stood in the sunshine laughing, surrounded by fragrant camellias, flowers surrounded by flying butterflies, insects, and birds... It was not the most beautiful scenery in the world, but it was alive and vibrant.
However-
In the dark depths where the sun didn't shine, countless pairs of cold and malevolent eyes were staring at him, waiting for an opportunity to pull him back into the bottomless abyss of darkness.
It wasn't a very beautiful dream, but it was the best dream Liu Yanbo had ever had since he was thirteen.
He had long been used to nightmares and was unfamiliar by the sudden good dream. He slept very uneasily, but a faint smile was always hanging on the corner of his mouth.
As for those eyes peeping in the darkness, whether it was in the dream or in reality, he never cared.
When the moon set and the stars faded away, Liu Yanbo finally fell into a deep sleep, and darkness came like a tidal wave, drowning him in it...
At the same time, somewhere in Southeast Asia.
In between some lofty mountains, situated a very inconspicuous building.
The walls were very old and run down, with many cracks of different sizes on its surface. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds. And there was a curved and narrow pathway extending all the way to the entrance of the building.
The building, which looked abandoned, was home to a group of people that disgusted the whole of Southeast Asia.
This group of people had a common name-.
Undercurrent!
Most of the time they were scattered in various dark corners of the world, carrying out assassinations, dealing weapons or drugs, or even participating in wars of troubled countries...
They would only gather in this inconspicuous building if the organization was under a particular threat.
The building had three floors, two on the surface, and one underground.
There were no separate rooms on this underground level, only a hall the size of a football field.
At that moment, there were no less than fifty people gathered there.
There was a stone platform protruding from the ground for about two meters in the center of the hall, on which were placed five chairs. On three of the chairs sat three people wearing black robes. The badly lit room made their faces look particularly gruesome and horrible, like evil spirits from the abyss of hell.
Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, he swept a glance at the two empty chairs on his left hand and slowly said, "When will the vile couple return?"
His voice was thick and booming, but in this cold, damp basement, it was a bit out of place.
"Leader..." in the crowd below the stone platform, a man with black-framed glasses stepped forward, his voice was guttural. "The two vile lords are on a special assassination mission in the Middle East, and they can't be reached at the moment."
"Then we won't wait for them." The middle-aged man who was called the leader waved his hand, then asked, "Have all the regional leaders arrived?"
"Yes, they’re all present." The man with the glasses respectfully replied.
The chief said, "Then let's get started! Black Fang, tell us what's going on."
"Yes." Black Fang nodded and turned around to face the crowd, he held his glasses with his right hand and got straight to the point: "The operation to rescue Young Master Carlo has failed, and the Night Cat team has been wiped out."
"If I remember correctly, there was also Old Ghost* who went with the Night Cat team this time, right?" The one was a bad old man with a scruffy image that was sitting in the first chair to the Leader’s right.
*Code name for Jiu Ye’s loyal guard
"My lord you remember correctly, Old ghost did go together." Black Fang paused briefly for a moment and pursed his lips, "But he's dead too."
"......"
In the hall, it was as if a stone had suddenly been thrown into the crowd which had been as calm as water, causing quite a commotion, and many people began to whisper.
On the stone platform, the old man's gaze was like a torch. He just casually swept a glance at the commotion of the crowd, and everyone immediately shut their mouths and didn’t dare to say more. Nodding his head very satisfactorily, his gaze fell back onto Black Fang and very calmly asked, "How did he die?"
Black Fang answered truthfully, "All eight members of the Night Cat team had their throats slit with a single blow, and the murder weapon was an ordinary small fruit knife. Old Ghost, on the other hand, was killed by a blade through his heart, and the murder weapon was a sword owned by Haishi’s Jiu Ye."
As soon as Black Fang finished speaking, the crowd once again raised an uproar. This time, even the bad old man's face changed in surprise and anger.
They knew all about the rescue mission and were all well aware of the strength of each sent on the mission.
The battle strength of the Night Cat team was considered top-notch among all the combat groups in Undercurrent, and Old Man was also an existence that could rank in Undercurrent's top ten solo battle strength. Such a strong combination was already enough to complete many S-ranked missions, but now not only was the entire group wiped out, but there were even fruit knives among the murder weapons.
Even with highly skilled fighters, sometimes a weapon that was in skilled hands would directly affect the outcome. But although a fruit knife could certainly kill people, it was definitely not enough to just have skilled hands.
It could be seen from that alone that the other party must have been a top-notch expert, who didn’t even take Old Ghost and Night Cat Team into consideration, or even the entire Undercurrent Organization.
It was a blatant punch in the face!
Being part of the Undercurrent, how could they not be shocked? How could they not be angered?
In the crowd, someone angrily asked, "Did that person called Jiu Ye betray us?"
As soon as this was said, the crowd swished and stared at Black Fang, eager to get an answer out of him.
The Undercurrent had a clear division of labor, with specific people in charge of intelligence gathering. That and it had only been a day since the incident happened, even though the authorities had held a press conference, they had intentionally tried to control the news from spreading outside of China. So the vast majority of people in the Undercurrent were unaware of the details, and before that, they didn't even know what the sudden emergency meeting was about.
Black Fang shook his head: "No. That Jiu Ye also died, and it was the worst death of them all."
"The news says that the murderer was suspected to be a taxi driver, but the police haven't found any direct evidence against him."
A taxi driver?
This time even the Undercurrent’s leader was shocked, and with a large wave of his hand, he stopped the even more rowdy crowd below, frowning: "Have you found out any details about this taxi driver?"
"There is no detailed information." Black Fang shook his head again, "This taxi driver's name is Liu Yanbo, he’s a male, aged twenty-six years old. He suddenly appeared in Haishi three years ago. He worked as a waiter in a restaurant for seven months in his first year, and in his second year he started dating a girl named Han Feiyan, but he had already broken up with her last month, and then got married the day after the breakup. The one he married was Yin Hanruo, the president of Haishi’s RuoMeng Group."
Seeing that Black Fang stopped, the chief was dissatisfied: "That's all?"
Black Fang nodded, "That's all there is. The twenty-three years before he showed up in the Haishi was blank, and according to our intelligence, not only was there not even the slightest record of his previous existence in China’s public security system, but there was also no record of his presence anywhere else in the world."
"Other than himself, no one in the world probably knows exactly where he spent those twenty-three years and what he did." Black Fang was a little frustrated and angry. It was a shame for him, as the person in charge of gathering information in the organization, to be unable to find out what the enemy was up to.
"Three years..." the leader recited softly, and after a moment of contemplation, he raised his head abruptly and asked, "Are there any experts within the circle who suddenly disappeared three years ago?"
The world was so big, there were more than ten million assassins or mercenaries in this line of work. It was a business that kept your life on edge. Death was common, and disappearing was even less unusual. Finding someone with only this kind of information would be even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
Black Fang bowed his head and pondered, although it was difficult, he still had a general direction of thought.
This circle was full of talent, but there weren’t too many people who could do this and those who had to be top experts who were known throughout the whole underworld. It was hard for those kinds of people to die or disappear without the circle knowing-
Black Fang thought for ten minutes before he looked up and shook his head, "There were several masters that died three years ago in the circle, but no masters that suddenly disappeared. But there was one five years ago, that whether he lived or died was still unknown."
"Who was it?" The chief asked hastily.
"Chief, within the last ten years of the circle, there was only one person who had suddenly disappeared..." said Black Fang, who suddenly stopped, his face turned odd and panicked with deep fear, his entire body dumbfounded in place until the person next to him nudged him.
It was as if Black Fang had awakened from a nightmare, but his entire body had been drenched in a cold sweat in this short moment. His teeth were chattering, and he said word by word, "Snow Wolf."
‘Hu~’ The Undercurrent’s leader drew in a sharp breath of cold air, and the expression on his face suddenly turned unusual as well-
That name had long been heard throughout the Underworld, it was a myth!
really? snow wolf? not ashura or something? i didnt feel it, damn
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