Chapter 361: Extreme Line Assassin

On the other side, New York, New Jersey.

The headquarters of Damocles Company is, in fact, a Zhuangyuan.

It is a very luxuriously furnished Zhuangyuan; although it is somewhat aged, one can still tell that the ancestors of the Zhuangyuan's owner were certainly extraordinary.

At this moment, in a hall filled with a sense of history, a fat man is going crazy.

He is holding an ancient Rome short sword in his hand, waving it wildly.

However, this guy is carefully avoiding his expensive antique furniture and that oil painting which is so stupid it makes one want to laugh.

"Screw the investment. Screw the guaranteed profit. Now I'm losing so much I won't even have pants to wear, damn it." The owner of the Zhuangyuan, Brute, shouts and curses while waving the short sword.

At this time, an old woman with graying hair walks over and says: "Mr. Brute, your manager just came by and wants to see you."

Brute puts away the Rome short sword in his hand, then roars loudly: "Tell that idiot to roll in here and see me immediately."

"Understood, Mr. Brute." The old woman walks out with small, quick steps.

A moment later, a man wearing a suit walks in; one look at this guy's appearance and you know he is the type of high-level wage earner.

Facing the furious Brute, cold sweat breaks out on the wage earner's forehead: "Mr. Brute, the matter has been handled."

"How much did we lose? I'm asking you, how much did we lose?" Brute walks over with long strides, grabs the manager by the collar, and says viciously.

"We lost a total of three hundred million." The manager doesn't even dare to look Brute in the eye.

Hearing this number, Brute suddenly feels terrible; he lets go of the manager's collar and sits straight down on the sofa: "Motherfucker. If I had known, I wouldn't have followed others into this finance nonsense."

The manager suddenly says: "Mr. Brute, if you really don't want to continue running this investment company, it could actually be sold for some money."

Hearing the manager's words, Brute immediately becomes excited: "Can it be sold for money? Really? How much can it sell for?"

The manager thinks for a moment and says: "If it is acquired in full, it could probably sell for one hundred million."

"One hundred million? Then go find them and discuss the details of the acquisition." Brute says it without even thinking.

For him right now, being able to recover one hundred million in capital is already a very good thing.

As for those damn businesses, Brute doesn't want to continue them at all.

He should just be like his ancestors and run his own assassin business well.

Hearing Brute say this, the manager breathes a sigh of relief: "Very well, Boss, I will go contact them now. However, there is one point: they don't like companies that carry debt, and our company still has twenty-nine million in debt, this..."

Brute recalls that he seems to have borrowed about twenty-nine million in debt from the company's accounts.

However, Brute says indifferently: "Don't worry about this; I will find a way to handle this debt. Go do your work."

The manager nods and then leaves the Zhuangyuan very quickly.

After the manager leaves, Brute says to himself unhappily: "If it weren't for the fact that you still have some use, I would have killed you long ago."

At this time, the old woman walks back and says to Brute: "Sir, are you finished talking? Do you need me to brew you a pot of tea?"

Brute waves his hand and says: "Have Hilde and the others departed?"

The old woman nods and says: "Your girlfriend has already departed; they saw that damn swindler hiding in Macau."

"That's good." Brute says unhappily: "Since we can't kill that damn Cao Weicai, let's take action against that swindler instead."

At this time, Macau.

Frank checks into the Portugal Hotel.

Because Chen Jiajun had already given a heads-up beforehand, Ya Qi comes to meet Frank.

"You can rest well here for this period of time. The boss has already given me a heads-up; we will be responsible for all expenses." Ya Qi says to Frank with a smile.

Frank whistles and says: "That is just too awesome."

Ya Qi waves his hand, and a young demon slave walks over: "During these days, Tie Ya will stay by your side to protect your safety."

Frank is stunned for a moment, then says to Ya Qi: "Is that really necessary? Isn't this the Boss's territory?"

Ya Qi nods and says: "That's right, but it's better to be a little careful."

Frank shrugs and says: "Fine. I'm the type of person who listens to advice best."

Ya Qi has his own matters to attend to, so he leaves after meeting with Frank.

He only leaves the honest-looking Tie Ya behind.

Frank says to Tie Ya: "Hey buddy, do you know where is fun in Macau?"

Tie Ya scratches his head and takes Frank to a street food stall.

Frank's mouth twitches: "This is the fun place you were talking about?"

Tie Ya nods: "Yeah."

"What are your usual hobbies?" Looking at Tie Ya's honest face, Frank has a bad feeling.

Tie Ya thinks for a moment and says: "Eating, and fighting."

"I knew it, oh my god." Frank covers his face and says speechlessly.

After eating a meal at the street food stall, Frank is quite satisfied.

He didn't expect that a glutton's taste would actually be quite good; the food of Huaxia is truly delicious.

After eating his fill, Frank plans to go to a Bar to relax.

He doesn't like the big bed in the hotel being empty; he must have a companion.

With his looks, he can easily hook up with a girl as long as he goes to a Bar.

Tie Ya doesn't really care; anyway, he's just getting a free meal today, so it doesn't matter where he follows Frank.

After entering the Bar, because of Frank's looks, several groups of people have already come over to hit on him.

It's fine with girls; he just leaves his contact information.

But there are also men coming up, and Frank can't stand this, so he directly has Tie Ya beat that bastard up.

"Right, his nose, kick his ass." Frank shouts loudly.

Anyway, the Bar is very noisy, and for a while, no one notices that there is a problem here.

By the time Frank sat back down in his chair, a blonde woman with wavy hair appeared before him.

It must be said, this woman was quite to Frank's taste.

"Hi, beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" Frank walked over with a smile.

The woman did not refuse, saying with a very sweet smile, "Who could refuse a handsome guy like you?"

Once these words were spoken, it was as if a turtle had locked eyes with a green bean—they had taken a liking to each other.

Just as the two were flirting, Tie Ya suddenly walked over and blocked the space behind Frank.

Subsequently, the bullet that should have hit Frank was blocked by Tie Ya.

Frank was stunned for a moment, then quickly hunched his waist and pushed the woman in front of him away.

Then he shouted to Tie Ya, "Hey, are you alright?"

Tie Ya said with a serious expression, "Run, there are more assassins."

As he spoke, he used his tall frame to shield Frank, leading him quickly toward the entrance of the Bar.

"Damn Cindy, where are they?"

A frantic voice came through the earpiece of the woman called Cindy.

This kind of nightclub was crowded to begin with, and extremely chaotic.

Cindy had not reacted in the first moment when Frank escaped.

She cursed that the pretty boy was too cunning, then quickly began to search.

Although Frank was hard to find, the big guy beside Frank was far too conspicuous.

Cindy immediately reported their whereabouts: "Ten o'clock direction, they are planning to run."

Hearing Cindy's guidance, the other two assassins who had been hiding in the Bar immediately gave chase.

After Frank and Tie Ya ran out of the Bar, Tie Ya grabbed Frank and hoisted him up.

He swung his two long legs and ran wildly.

The physique of a Young Demon Slave was extremely formidable; the damage caused by small-caliber silenced Handguns meant nothing at all.

And Frank, being carried, saw the surrounding scenery flying backward rapidly.

"Hey, buddy, we've run far enough, right? Why don't you put me down?" After all, he was a grown man; being carried by another man while running really didn't look good.

But Tie Ya shook his head and said, "You have time to talk nonsense now, you'd be better off calling our boss Ya Qi. The enemy assassins aren't just one or two people, but an entire squad."

"A squad?" Frank was shocked on the spot and hurriedly took out his phone to dial Ya Qi's number.

After briefly explaining the situation, Ya Qi said to Tie Ya, "Ensure Frank's safety at all costs; I am bringing men over immediately."

Hearing Ya Qi's words, both Frank and Tie Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

But just at this moment, a roar of engines came from afar.

Tie Ya's expression changed instantly; he grabbed Frank and set him down.

Then he pulled out the Handgun at his waist and began to return fire.

Young Demon Slaves were actually not very good at shooting; they preferred to pick up weapons and smash them at their opponents.

So, after emptying a magazine, to Frank's terrified eyes, Tie Ya directly snapped a streetlamp by the roadside, then picked up the streetlamp and swept it toward the assassins chasing on motorcycles.

The pursuing assassins were also dumbfounded on the spot.

They had never encountered an enemy of this caliber; what kind of tactic was using a streetlamp to smash people?

However, it was too late for them to dodge; after the motorcycle was struck by the streetlamp, the two people on the bike instantly flew high into the air.

If it weren't for the two of them rolling in coordination, they would likely be two dead men by now.

Watching Tie Ya grab the streetlamp and swing it again, the two assassins didn't even have time to draw their weapons and could only roll away to dodge.

By the time they got back up, they found that Tie Ya had already grabbed Frank and run far away.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this?" the leader of the assassin squad, Hilton, cursed.

The other assassin hadn't recovered yet: "What do we do now?"

The motorcycle was smashed and ruined; it was impossible to give chase anymore.

Hilton pressed his earpiece to call another member: "Facundo, why didn't you shoot?"

Facundo said irritably, "I should be asking you that. How did you let them escape from the Bar?"

"Motherfucker." Several assassins started arguing on the spot.

At this time, Cindy, who had been silent, lowered her voice and said, "Hell, stop arguing. The enemy's reinforcements are here; our mission is a failure."

Hearing this, although the several assassins were very unwilling, they knew it was time to retreat.

After all, Macau was not their territory; if anything happened, they wouldn't even have support.

So Hilton spat at the backs of Tie Ya and Frank, then took the other assassin and quickly left the scene.

When the two returned to the Portugal Hotel, Frank finally asked Tie Ya, "Buddy, I saw you get shot earlier, are you alright?"

Tie Ya shook his head and said, "Small matter. The boss wants to see you, you go up first."

Frank patted Tie Ya's arm, then walked into Ya Qi's office.

After sitting down, Frank recounted the sequence of events.

Ya Qi immediately summoned his subordinates and said, "Go, gather everyone and scrape that bunch of assassins out for me. Notify all the boat bosses; do not let those unfamiliar faces leave."

The subordinate nodded and immediately went to handle it.

Frank said with some surprise, "There's no need to make such a big scene, is there?"

Ya Qi said indifferently, "You don't understand. As the boss's subordinate, being attacked by assassins on our own turf—if we don't do something, it's a loss of face for the boss."

Frank nodded, feeling quite fortunate.

When he was running for his life earlier, he was still wondering whether he should come to Macau.

If he hadn't come to Macau, he would probably be a dead man by now.

Ya Qi said indifferently, "That's enough. Just stay in the hotel for these few days. If you really can't help yourself, find an escort, but don't go out messing around."

Frank said with a dark face, "I'm not that desperate. Just send Tie Ya to me; that guy is very professional."

Ya Qi shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, but it's best to keep your range of movement small so you don't get shot in the back."

Although Ya Qi had already started investigating on his end, he didn't dare to keep this matter from Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun, who was far away in the United States, soon learned of this news.

"Who did it?" Chen Jiajun asked in a cold tone.

Ya Qi hurriedly said, "I have already sent people to look for them, but the other party is very professional; they have likely already escaped Macau by now."

Ya Qi was previously in charge of intelligence work under Chen Jiajun, and after hearing Frank and Tie Ya describe the equipment of those kidnappers, he knew they had encountered professionals.

Such people would certainly not remain in Macau once a mission failed; they would leave this place at the first opportunity.

Chen Jiajun said coldly, "Have Silva investigate for me. No matter who they are, I will make them pay the price. No one can move my people and get away unscathed, do you understand?"

"Understood, Boss. I will contact Silva immediately." Ya Qi rarely heard this tone from Chen Jiajun, and he knew his boss was furious.

Therefore, he didn't dare to delay at all, having people get the photos of the few killers and then going to find Silva.

On the other side, Brute also learned that the mission had failed.

"Fuck you, what are you guys good for? A bunch of trash." Brute flew into a rage, though he still didn't dare to smash the antiques on his desk.

He felt that nothing had gone his way recently; he was simply having terrible luck.

Moreover, he had to face another troublesome matter: resolving the twenty-nine million in debt for his company.

Brute did not intend to take out his own money, so he set his sights on other things.

For example, the funds for those killers in his foundation.

It is well known that there are no poor killers in the United States.

After all, the business of killing is very profitable, and this guy Brute had always been eyeing these people who lived by the blade, as they had quite a bit of money in their hands.

Just because of this debt problem, Brute planned to take action directly: "Don't come back yet; go straight to Morocco and kill Michael for me. He should be in some villa in Morocco right now; I will send you the address then."

After hanging up the phone, Brute looked at the woman sitting in his office and said coldly, "Why are you here?" (End of chapter)