Chapter 10

Ni Yongyao smiled faintly.

Then he led everyone, marching toward Gandhi's hot pot restaurant.

Near the hot pot restaurant, the alley was full of Gandhi's underlings.

Seeing Ni Yongyao leading a large group of people over, several of them immediately wanted to go and report the news.

But as soon as they turned around, they were hit by Storm Shadow's shuriken and fell to the ground without even a groan.

The remaining people were also targeted by other assassins.

In this way, Ni Yongyao entered the hot pot restaurant unimpeded.

Inside the hot pot restaurant.

Ni Yongyao walked in with Storm Shadow, Uncle Sanshu, and Ni Yongxiao, while the rest of the assassins stayed outside.

Man-Zheng heard the commotion, turned his head, saw Ni Yongyao, and subconsciously curled his lips.

"Ah Yao, you have such a big ego. We've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Man-Zheng put on the airs of an elder, intending to suppress Ni Yongyao with momentum first.

But he miscalculated Ni Yongyao's patience; this set of tricks didn't work at all in front of Ni Yongyao.

"Storm Shadow."

Ni Yongyao snapped his fingers.

Storm Shadow understood immediately and drew his samurai sword.

*Puff! *

With one strike, he pierced through Man-Zheng's heart, pinning him to the chair.

"You..."

Man-Zheng spat blood, unable to say a word before he lost his breath.

Man-Zheng never imagined that Ni Yongyao didn't intend to talk at all; coming here today was to take their lives.

Uncle Sanshu and Ni Yongxiao looked at each other, both surprised by Ni Yongyao's no-nonsense style.

Immediately, both felt even more at ease.

For a behemoth like the Ni family, the helmsman must be ruthless; any hesitation was taking risks for the entire Ni family.

And Gandhi, opposite Man-Zheng, had already been scared limp in his chair by the sudden strike.

The big talk he had said to Man-Zheng earlier was also forgotten to the ends of the earth with that strike.

"Gold coin +50!"

Ni Yongyao saw the system prompt, a look of joy appearing on his face.

When he finished off the bodyguards and Mary earlier, Ni Yongyao had guessed, and now it was further confirmed that the number of gold coins obtained depended on the target's status and position.

The more status and position a person had, the more gold coins were obtained after killing them.

"If I finished off the Governor, how many gold coins would I get?"

Ni Yongyao thought secretly.

Of course, he could only think about it; if he really moved against the Governor, he would just have to wait to face the encirclement and suppression of the British Empire.

Withdrawing his attention from the gold coins, Ni Yongyao looked at Gandhi.

Gandhi was stared at by Ni Yongyao's cold eyes and shivered all over, fearing that he would become a ghost under the blade in the next moment.

"Mr. Ni, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

Gandhi explained tremblingly.

"I had prepared this month's profit long ago, but Man-Zheng and the others insisted on stopping me. I was forced to do it, and I hope Mr. Ni you are magnanimous."

Gandhi said a lot in one breath, no longer having any of his previous confidence.

While speaking, Gandhi also hoped that his underlings outside could rush in.

After all, this was his, Gandhi's, territory.

But when Gandhi heard the screams continuously ringing out outside, his last hope was shattered.

Ni Yongyao looked at the cowardly Gandhi, and a trace of dark humor suddenly rose in his heart.

"Gandhi, I came today just to deal with Man-Zheng; it has nothing to do with you.

But if I were you, I would definitely go home immediately to see if anyone is helping you plow the fields at home."

After Ni Yongyao finished speaking, he patted Gandhi on the cheek and left laughing.

Leaving only a bewildered Gandhi behind.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Gandhi recovered from his narrow escape, pondered Ni Yongyao's words, and realized the meaning.

"Oh no!"

Gandhi realized that he had very likely been wearing a green hat.

Not caring about the dead Man-Zheng, Gandhi grabbed his mobile phone and rushed out of the hot pot restaurant.

Arriving outside, Gandhi gasped.

He saw that in the narrow alley, there were traces of blood and blade and club marks everywhere.

And the large group of underlings Gandhi had deployed here had disappeared.

Gandhi shivered, feeling his back go numb, and didn't dare to stay for even a second, hurriedly driving away.

Gandhi's home.

A two-story duplex mansion, decorated extremely luxuriously.

At this moment, on the big bed in the bedroom, a man and a woman were rolling together.

The woman was naturally Gandhi's wife, and the man was one of Gandhi's alliance brothers, Kwok Wah.

"Kwok Wah, when will you be able to take down that old thing? Seeing him every day makes me sick."

Gandhi's wife snuggled under Kwok Wah.

"Don't be anxious, isn't it quite good for us to be happy like this now?"

Kwok Wah said with a grin.

In fact, Kwok Wah never thought about taking down Gandhi for a woman; he messed around with this slut, enjoying the feeling of messing with a friend's wife.

If Gandhi were gone, how could he, Kwok Wah, enjoy it?

The two were just getting intimate when suddenly, with a *bang*, the bedroom door was kicked open.

"Damn you! Kwok Wah, you dare to mess with my wife!"

A green-faced Gandhi rushed in. ===== CHAPTER 12 =====