Chapter 349: The Next Target—Us?

349. Chapter 349: The Next Target—Us?

When the words fell, the man pushed the door open and walked in, his face full of shock.

Bing Li, seated behind the desk, looked up, as if he had known about it long ago, his face showing little surprise.

"Hmm."

He nodded.

"A respectable Eight-level Force Warrior was killed at home—who has such nerve? And why would they do it?"

The man seemed to be questioning Bing Li, yet also muttering to himself.

Bing Li's expression, however, looked rather unpleasant.

He had actually been pondering this question ever since he received the news.

That Xie Tian fellow hasn't offended many people, let alone having that backer behind him; as the saying goes, you don't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's—ordinary folks wouldn't trouble him, let alone kill him outright.

Moreover, several of Xie Tian's disciples were wiped out.

It seems the murderer wasn't targeting Xie Tian alone.

"Bing Li, do you think it could be that traitor Gan?"

Suddenly, the man blurted out.

Bing Li's mind rang with a sudden clang.

"Why do you think so?"

He pretended not to care as he asked.

"Just because that kid is vengeful, I suspect it's him."

The man clenched his teeth, clearly still bitter toward Jiang Cheng.

"Do you remember? Before he defected, he went to the Poor District and wiped out the Iron Fist Gang that had crossed him, leaving no armor behind. Since then, those places dare not let any gang interfere. That's one thing, but the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall holds no grudge against him, right?"

At most, when the Iron Fist Gang drove him out, they simply refused to vouch for him and revoked his membership. The result? Even such a minor incident led to his death inside his own hall,

As for Xie Tian of the Kuangfeng Martial Arts School, need not say more—he once was hunted by the Blood Hand Society. With such a deep grudge, you think he'd act as if nothing happened?"

As he spoke, the man's anger faded, replaced by a hint of panic.

According to his reasoning.

Could Jiang Cheng's next target be them? After all, wasn't Jiang Cheng being hunted because they assigned him that mission?

And the most critical part.

Not long ago, they sent two successive teams into the Black Market to assassinate the opposition.

"So what now?"

Bing Li replied coldly: "From the time Wudi and his group infiltrated until now, how long has it been? Even if that kid were Seven-level, could he advance to Eight-level in such a short span? Even if he does reach Eight-level, could he match Xie Tian? Still, you're right; I suspect this matter is most likely linked to him, and perhaps some Black Market figures are backing him."

"Bing Li, I think not necessarily."

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"When the Poor District incident happened, we all thought it couldn't be him—how could a mere Second-level Force Warrior contend with a Fifth-level Force Warrior? Yet the outcome?"

He stared straight at Bing Li.

"Wudi fell because of carelessness, dying at the enemy's hands; the lone wolf later couldn't escape and chose suicide. Could this be the same again?"

"I suspect he's no longer just Eight-level; he may already be Ninth-level, perhaps even Level 10!"

Bing Li's eyes widened in shock.

Then he shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No, impossible."

"Is he a prodigy? How could he improve so rapidly in such a short time?"

Compared to that, he preferred to believe Jiang Cheng concealed his strength and entered the Dawn Society.

Although that reasoning seemed riddled with holes.

"Bing Li, wake up!"

The man extended both hands and shook Bing Li's shoulders hard, "I know you don't want to admit it in your heart—he's stronger than us. Yet some things, if they happen once, can be called coincidence; twice? Still a coincidence? Or are you making us the third? Moreover, aren't you aware of those Black Market folks? They might protect that kid, but could they help him do this and risk offending the people behind him?"

Upon hearing this, Bing Li finally began to panic.

Indeed, he knew a bit about Gu Zhangkong. As the third young master of the Gu Family, he wasn't particularly favored; otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to the Outer City District.

Acting rashly like this would entangle him in trouble; a clear‑sighted person wouldn't do that.

"Then what do you propose?"

He asked.

"I think the top priority is to inform the President about this."

The man gritted his teeth: "We can't let that kid keep growing like this. I have a feeling that if we don't stop him, not only us but the entire Dawn Society could be erased by him."

Bing Li felt a massive shock inside.

Unwittingly, he also realized he had lost the courage to face Jiang Cheng one‑on‑one.

"I understand."

He licked his lips.

"As the saying goes, it's not the ten thousand you fear, but the one in a million."

He picked up his cell phone and dialed the President's number.

After a moment, an impatient voice sounded.

"What is it now?"

"President, last night, a major incident occurred…"

Bing Li quickly recounted the events, also relaying the conclusions from their earlier discussion.

"Chairman, that kid is still around; sooner or later he'll become a disaster for our Dawn Society, so it's best to eliminate him early, as early as possible."

"Yes, Chairman!"

The man beside them also quickly echoed.

"Are you so sure that he is the one responsible for this?"

Jin Xinpeng's voice turned cold.

"This …"

Bing Li froze for a moment, then said truthfully: "Chairman, although we have no concrete evidence, based on what we know about him, there's an eighty‑plus percent chance it's his doing! Chairman, I have to say something—please don't be angry—I think his next target could very well be our Dawn Society."

"Hahaha!"

Jin Xinpeng laughed heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Just him? A traitor who has eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, daring to attack my Dawn Society? If I don't send people to trouble him, he'll be thanking heaven and earth."

"Then, Chairman, quickly send more people to kill him."

Bing Li urged.

"Are you teaching me how to act?"

Jin Xinpeng's voice turned cold.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Bead‑sized droplets of sweat fell from Bing Li's forehead.

The man beside them was also scared into a cold sweat.

Bing Li was too hasty, daring to use that tone when speaking to the Chairman.

"Hmph."

Jin Xinpeng snorted coldly.

Is it that he doesn't want to send people over again?

Or is it because he's afraid of offending Gu Zhangkong?

"Fine, from now on, don't bother me with this kind of thing. If that kid really is as powerful as you say, I'm actually looking forward to it, huh!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

(End of chapter)