Chapter 6

Ni Yongyao smiled indifferently.

Afterward, he led everyone in a grand procession toward Gandhi’s hot pot restaurant.

Near the hot pot restaurant, the alley was filled with Gandhi’s underlings.

Seeing Ni Yongyao bringing 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 throwing stars 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, Third Uncle, and Ni Yongxiao, while the rest of the assassins stayed outside.

Wenzheng heard the commotion, turned his head, saw Ni Yongyao, and subconsciously curled his lip.

“A-Yao, you have such a big ego; we’ve been waiting for you for a long time...”

Wenzheng put on the airs of an elder, intending to suppress Ni Yongyao with his presence first.

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

“Storm Shadow.”

Ni Yongyao snapped his fingers.

Storm Shadow understood immediately and drew his katana.

Pfft!

A single strike pierced through Wenzheng’s back, pinning him to the chair cleanly.

“You...”

Wenzheng spat blood, unable to say a word before he stopped breathing.

Wenzheng never imagined that Ni Yongyao had no intention of talking at all; coming here today was to take their lives.

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

Then, both felt even more at ease.

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

And Gandhi, sitting opposite Wenzheng, was already paralyzed in his chair by the sudden strike.

The big talk he had made to Wenzheng earlier was forgotten to the back of his mind with this strike.

“Gold Coin +50!”

Ni Yongyao saw the system notification, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

When he had finished off the bodyguards and Mary earlier, Ni Yongyao had already made a guess, and now it was further confirmed: 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 were to finish off the Viceroy, how many gold coins would that explode?”

Ni Yongyao thought secretly.

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

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

Gandhi, stared at by Ni Yongyao’s cold eyes, 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, trembling.

“I had already prepared this month’s profits, but Wenzheng and the others insisted on stopping me. I was forced into it, and I hope Mr. Ni will be magnanimous.”

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

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

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

But when Gandhi heard the constant screams ringing out from outside, his last shred of hope was shattered.

Ni Yongyao looked at the cowardly Gandhi, a hint of dark humor suddenly rising in his heart.

“Gandhi, I came today just to deal with Wenzheng; it has nothing to do with you.

However, if I were you, I would definitely go home immediately to see if anyone is helping you plow your fields.”

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

Leaving behind a bewildered Gandhi.

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

“Oh no!”

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

Ignoring the dead Wenzheng, 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 was blood everywhere and traces of blades and clubs.

And the large group of underlings Gandhi had stationed here had already disappeared.

Gandhi shivered, feeling his back go numb, and not daring to stay for even a second, he quickly drove 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, Guohua.

“Guohua, when will you be able to take down that old thing? Seeing him every day makes me sick.”

Gandhi’s wife snuggled under Guohua.

“Don’t be impatient, isn't it quite good for us to be happy like this now?”

Guohua said with a grin.

In reality, Guohua never thought about taking down Gandhi for the sake of a woman; he was having an affair with this slut just to enjoy the feeling of messing with a friend’s wife.

If Gandhi were gone, how would he, Guohua, enjoy himself?

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

“Fuck your mother! Guohua, you dare to mess with my wife!”

A green-faced Gandhi rushed in.

Gandhi witnessed Guohua and his wife together and was instantly furious.

In fact, from a long time ago, Gandhi had sensed that something was wrong with his wife, but he never thought that the adulterer would be his good brother, Guohua!

How could Gandhi accept this!

“Husband...”

“Gandhi, listen to my explanation!”

Gandhi’s wife and Guohua were also dumbfounded, not expecting that Gandhi would return while they were in the middle of it.

“Cut the crap, you pair of adulterers!”

Gandhi, consumed by anger, grabbed a fruit knife from the side and stabbed it toward Guohua.

Guohua dodged subconsciously.

Pfft!

The fruit knife stabbed deeply into Gandhi’s wife’s heart.

“Gandhi, you’re playing for real!”

Guohua felt a lingering fear, breaking out in a cold sweat.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would already be a dead man!

“You fucker, you played with my wife, I want your life!”

Gandhi had fallen into madness, not caring even if he had killed his own wife.

Wielding the fruit knife, he stabbed toward Guohua again.