Chapter 362

No one cares whether Old Ghost Tomb is alive or dead, but out of respect for the hundred‑million‑dollar bounty, hitmen from all over the world have gathered in Gangdao.

After all, a job like this might not come around for years, so everyone's enthusiasm is high—after all, the money is tempting!

In the memorial hall of Tomb Building, Tomb Old Ghost's grandson Tomb Eiji knelt before the spirit portrait, his eyes downcast and his expression solemn.

Not far from him stood a foreigner and a woman in a kimono; the foreigner was the second‑ranked assassin known as Viper, and the woman was his personal attendant.

At that moment, Tomb Eiji's father, Tomb Take, entered wearing a kimono.

Walking and speaking, he said, "Eiji, the Foundation's people have arrived—what are you still doing here?"

Seeing Tomb Eiji silent, Tomb Take placed a hand on his shoulder and asked again, "Eiji?"

Tomb Eiji brushed off Tomb Take's hand, an action that displeased Tomb Take greatly.

"What attitude is this?"

Tomb Eiji lifted his gaze to the spirit portrait and said, "Just now I asked my grandfather in heaven how he could have such an incompetent father."

Tomb Take shouted angrily, "You dare speak to your father like that?"

Tomb Eiji knelt on the ground, turned his head to look at his father, and said in a low voice, "Your father is dead—do you plan to avenge him?"

Tomb Take argued loudly, "He has a hundred‑million‑dollar revenge fund."

Well, from the way he addresses him, it's clear Tomb Take doesn't respect Old Ghost Tomb that much; he may even be secretly celebrating, since after all the Tomb Group will soon be his to run.

"You, the cowardly second‑generation of the Tomb family, will sooner or later see Japan destroyed by your kind of incompetence!"

Tomb Eiji rose and approached the spirit portrait, gazing at Old Ghost Tomb's likeness.

"You simply lack the ability to inherit the Tomb business empire."

Tomb Take snapped, "No matter what you say, I am now the helm of the Tomb family—that's an indisputable fact."

Tomb Eiji's eyes grew strange as he asked, "Do you have my grandfather's soul inside you?"

He then picked up the urn.

Tomb Take exclaimed, "Eiji, what are you doing? Put it back, quickly—it's supposed to be shipped back home!"

Tomb Eiji chopped the urn apart with a karate chop, grabbed a handful of ashes, and shoved it toward Tomb Take.

Tomb Take cried out repeatedly, "Don't, Eiji—don't do something stupid!"

Tomb Eiji smiled and said, "This is my grandfather's soul; let his soul give you courage and strength—swallow it, and then you'll be worthy to inherit the Tomb family."

"Eiji, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Tomb Eiji lifted the ashes in his hand, fixed his gaze on Tomb Take, and said, "I want my grandfather's soul to be reborn inside me."

He then tossed the ashes into his mouth, swallowed them without water—really damn reckless!

"You're crazy!"

Tomb Take turned and walked away, hardly able to believe this madman is his own offspring!

Well, that's not necessarily true—everyone knows there are plenty of popular programs in Japan.

For example: grandfather‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law!

Looking at their behavior, Tomb Take doesn't seem like Old Ghost Tomb's own offspring.

It's quite chaotic!

Tomb Take also turned back and said, "I'll inform the board of directors—just wait for the elders to hold you accountable!"

He waved at the subordinates inside the memorial hall and said, "Let's go."

Everyone in the memorial hall lowered their heads in silence; no one responded to Tomb Take.

Tomb Eiji looked at his father and said, "They know who the true strong one is, and they know following whom is the right choice."

"Don't forget, they were all handpicked by grandfather."

"Damn it!"

Tomb Take shouted a curse and strode out of the memorial hall alone.

Central Serious Crimes Unit.

Chen Sir took the coffee his subordinate handed him, took a satisfying sip—this case really has nothing to do with him, and he isn't all that concerned about who killed Old Ghost Tomb.

He even felt a bit of schadenfreude!

The person who left him the note bore him no ill will, and he could still sense that.

Chen Sir looked at the surveillance footage in front of Tomb Building, pointed at the foreign blonde, and said, "This woman is Anita Ma, thirty‑eight years old, works as a model manager and import clothing business, with no criminal record."

"However, according to the data from Interpol we received, she's implicated in several major international cases in Oceania."

"The assassins who come from Oceania to kill politicians are all hired by her—selling clothes wasn't profitable, so she started selling her life!"

Chen Sir then pointed at a man entering Tomb Building and said, "This is Chris Crado, forty‑two years old, runs a Western liquor business, with no criminal record."

"On the surface he sells vodka, but in reality he's the Southeast Asia agent for the Russian crime syndicate—all the Russian hitmen who operate in Gangdao are arranged by him."

The female officer beside Chen Sir laughed, "Chief, these big shots are hard to see under normal circumstances, but today they've actually gathered here leisurely to party!"

Chen Sir set down his coffee cup, smiled, and said, "A hundred‑million dollars, at today's exchange rate, is close to one billion Hong Kong dollars—if you live to eighty, you couldn't even spend a few tens of thousands a day."

"Just the interest alone would let you live carefree, with no worries at all!"

At that moment the computer operator said, "Chief, look—who is this person?"

Chen Sir glanced at the surveillance feed; the person was too small to make out, so he immediately said, "Push the camera in a bit."

In the lobby of Tomb Building, a loud commotion was underway as a short guy caused a disturbance with someone resembling Shaqiang.

Exactly, he was making a fuss—that word is spot on.

This short guy is called Crocodile Lao, a low‑life thug who originally wanted to scam some cash and took on a job.

The job was to assassinate Old Ghost Tomb; the short guy didn't take it seriously—he's just out hustling, scamming others' money, and he never checks the opponent's age.

He only cares whether he can provoke them!

Unexpectedly, after scamming a little money, he ended up bringing big trouble upon himself.

Zhǒngběn Lǎoguǐ really died!

He's not as tall as a barrel, and his girth is thicker than a barrel; thinking he could kill Zhǒngběn Lǎoguǐ is just a pipe dream, totally impossible!

Hearing that Zhǒngběn Lǎoguǐ had a 100 million dollar revenge fund, this news completely shattered the little dwarf's psychological defenses.

He sold all his valuables, only then scraping together five million dollars as a deposit, and came in to feel out the situation.

He took the small advantage, but this small advantage ended up costing him everything he owned!

He had anger in his heart, which is why he had a verbal clash with Zuǒzuǒmù.

If he had known it was a poisonous bargain, even if beaten to death he wouldn't have taken this small advantage.

Too late for regrets!

But even while regretting, he still has to grit his teeth and come, or else his life is in danger!

Between all his possessions and his life, he chose his life; even ants cling to life, let alone him!