Chapter 365: Assassin Forbidden Zone Gangdao

In a meeting room, the agents of the major assassin organizations sat together again with solemn faces.

They had just experienced a brutal battle, suffering heavy losses; fewer than two-tenths of the assassins sent to Gangdao to carry out missions remain.

"This loss is too great; we cannot continue like this."

One agent broke the silence, his voice full of helplessness and fatigue.

"Yeah, we've already paid too much, but we haven't received the corresponding return." Another agent echoed.

"I suggest we withdraw from this fund competition; we can't afford it anymore." The third agent put forward his opinion.

The other agents nodded in agreement, knowing that continuing would only cause more assassins to lose their lives and they would face even greater losses.

"All right, since everyone agrees, then we will withdraw from this fund competition."

The meeting initiator, Mao Xiong agent, said: "Since everyone shares the same opinion, let's withdraw from this contest; money can be made anywhere, Gangdao is no place for people to come, and from now on we will not accept any missions in Gangdao."

After the meeting ended, the agents of the major assassin organizations left the room one after another, their hearts bleeding; this loss is too great!

Those who died were all the elite of the major assassin organizations!

The major assassin organizations suffered an unprecedented heavy blow in Gangdao; the elite assassins they sent were all defeated, and they didn't even see the enemy's shadow.

This mysterious and powerful force made the assassin agents feel deep fear and helplessness.

In the situation of heavy losses, the major assassin organizations had to reassess Gangdao as a place.

They began to suspect that a powerful assassin organization might be hidden here.

They just walked into their territory without greeting, and that's why they received such a brutal welcome.

However, no matter how they investigated, they could not find any clues.

Finally, the major assassin organizations had to make a difficult decision: list Gangdao as an assassin forbidden zone.

This decision means they will no longer accept any missions in Gangdao, nor will they send assassins there.

For the assassins, this is a disgrace, but they also understand it's a helpless move: one comes, one dies; a pair comes, a pair dies.

Who can bear this?

From then on, Gangdao became a mysterious and dangerous place to the assassin world; no one knows what is truly hidden there.

And those assassins who once suffered defeat in Gangdao will forever remember the fear and humiliation this place brought them.

From then on, they dare not set foot in Gangdao even a step; hearing the name Gangdao, they involuntarily tremble all over.

This time, rather than saying it was a melee of assassins, it was more like a pure hunt, letting Jianjun and his comrades, wielding excellent weapons, face these assassins operating in the dark, giving a feeling of using a cannon to swat mosquitoes.

After Jianjun finished the task, he brought Cao Nan and the others back to the training base, and the big guy then burst into loud laughter.

Cao Nan gulped a big mouthful of baijiu, laughing as he asked Jianjun: "Captain, this was exhilarating; if there's anything like this in the future, definitely call me—so satisfying, too satisfying!"

"I missed fighting seventeen halls decades ago, but taking out these little brats this time is also not bad; although they're just rats that can't show their faces, they can still stave off hunger!"

"Sure, next time I'll definitely call you; we share blessings, I'm not someone who eats alone."

Jianjun is also unbeatable!

Calling this enjoying blessings, we should also give Cao Nan a share, and Cao Nan seriously nodded, he really appreciated it!

These two!

Not a single energy-saving lamp!

Chen Sir also secretly gloated in his heart; this time the major assassin organizations suffering defeat in Gangdao made him especially pleased!

After all, he had once been a Seraph himself, deeply versed in the assassin world; to inflict such heavy losses on the major assassin organizations without even revealing his presence.

This force is not just strong; being able to use the name Seraph, he also radiates glory.

A question arose in his mind: who exactly does this force belong to?

In Gangdao, people with such strength can be counted on one's fingers; which deep-sea giant crocodile came out and sneezed?

It's really loud!

Tsukamoto Building.

Tsukamoto Eiji heard his subordinate's report, saying that the major assassin organizations had all withdrawn from this fund competition, which left him quite astonished.

Just that?

With this strength, they still dare to call themselves an international assassin organization?

Tsukamoto Eiji looked at the fund manager and asked: "Where is that old immortal named Liang Bo? Haven't you found him yet?"

Li Xin, who does things thoroughly, when they finally found Liang Bo's address, the place was already empty, not a hair left behind.

Now Liang Bo is wandering the streets of Xi Gong with Liu Bo; the two old men from time to time give lectures, pointing and gesturing at some vendors.

They live leisurely and contentedly!

The fund manager adjusted his glasses, smiling as he replied: "Mr. Tsukamoto, I do as much as I'm paid for; I've already given you the detailed address, finding the person is an extra charge."

Tsukamoto Eiji cursed: "These Chinese people have no loyalty; they're all profit-seeking, forgetting righteousness."

The fund manager replied without changing expression: "Mr. Tsukamoto, as long as there is enough profit, I can sell my soul; without money, there's nothing more to say."

Tsukamoto Eiji handed him a cash check for five million, threatening: "If you take the money and don't do the job well, you know the consequences—I need say no more."

No problem, with money comes information.

After pocketing the cash check, the fund manager turned and left the Tsukamoto Building.

Arriving at Meng Bo's office in Kowloon City, for some thorny matters, finding Meng Bo is definitely reliable; he handles things trustworthily.

The fund manager placed a cash check for fifty thousand in front of Meng Bo, and also put a file bag on the desk.

"I need to know where this person is; this is the deposit and the information."

Meng Bo glanced at the check, then smiled and said: "No problem, I'll take this on; as long as the person is in Gangdao, I can find him."

Waiting for your news, as soon as possible.

After the fund manager left, Meng Bo picked up the document to look at it; not looking is fine, but once he looked, he was startled.

This old man he had indeed seen before; it was today when returning from Xi Gong Film City, he saw him at the snack street outside Film City.

As everyone knows, Meng Bo has no other hobbies; he just loves to eat a bite of seafood, and when he has nothing to do he makes the kind of mistake that all men make.

……

Yesterday he spent the night in Xi Gong; this guy is currently having a passionate affair with a third-tier celebrity, and it's fresh.

After all, seafood is best when fresh; you have to eat it while it's hot.

While looking at the documents and the check, without hesitation, he picked up the phone and called Hua She.

Money is nice, but after all, you need to be alive to spend it, right?

He knows very well whose turf Xi Gong is; he definitely can't afford to provoke them!

So he'll play nice; above all, don't mention professional ethics—when it's a choice between life and professional ethics, he knows which is more important.

Professional ethics also depend on who it is; since the investigation target is on Mr. Li's turf, he can do without professional ethics.

Not losing face!