Chapter 186: Blood Drop Software

Taiji Fist is widely spread, forming many schools, mainly five major ones.

Chen Style Taiji Fist, Yang Style Taiji Fist, Wu Style Taiji Fist, Wu Style Taiji Fist, and Sun Style Taiji Fist.

Every type of Taiji Fist has its own unique training methods and fighting techniques; Meng Yifan was dazzled and did not know which school of Taiji Fist he should choose to practice.

In the end, Meng Yifan downloaded all these Taiji Fist instructional videos onto his phone; his time on Earth was limited, and he had no time to study them slowly, so he would wait until he brought them to the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty to practice them slowly and see which type of Taiji Fist was most suitable for him to practice.

Just as Meng Yifan was downloading the Taiji Fist video materials, a Blood Drop icon suddenly appeared in the bottom right corner of his computer, and a "beep" notification sound came from the speakers.

Meng Yifan was stunned for a moment, and after hesitating for a while, he still used his mouse to click on that Blood Drop icon.

A login interface similar to QQ opened on the computer; Meng Yifan skillfully logged in with his account and password, verified his fingerprint and pupil, and then opened a chat software.

The background of this chat software was a sea of blood, with countless skulls floating and sinking within the sea of blood, appearing gloomy and terrifying.

The people who owned accounts for this software included mercenaries, assassins, and secret agents; they were all special people active in the underground world, walking on the edge of the law.

These special personnel could exchange intelligence, share resources, and form teams to complete all kinds of missions within this Blood Drop chat software.

This Blood Drop chat software was developed by a mysterious organization called the Death Organization; their power was very strong, covering almost every corner of Earth, and no one knew where the headquarters of the Death Organization was, nor did anyone know how many members this organization had.

The Death Organization stipulated that employers could post mercenary missions within the software, and mercenaries, assassins, and secret agents could accept missions there.

For every mission, the Death Organization would collect a ten percent commission from both the employer and the person accepting the mission, which counted as their management fee.

At the same time, as an intermediary, the Death Organization would monitor the completion of the mission and would also be responsible for supervising the employer to pay the mercenary fee after the mission was completed.

Once a mission was completed, the employer had to pay the commission; this was a rule set by the Death Organization, and no one dared to challenge this rule.

Once, a general in Africa used a diamond mine as a reward to post a mission on the Blood Drop software to hunt down a rival warlord leader.

As a result, after the mission was completed, the general went back on his word and did not want to hand over the diamond mine; he thought that in that region of Africa, he possessed over ten thousand fully armed troops, and as long as he hid in his underground base, no one could do anything to him.

As it turned out, the Death Organization took action; no one knew the specific process, only that overnight, that general and his ten thousand-plus troops were all wiped out.

At the scene, corpses were piled up like mountains, severed limbs were everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and it was a horrific sight, like an Asura hell.

Even if a nuclear bomb were to wash over the ground, people would not panic, because that was still within the scope of people's understanding.

However, judging from the scene of the slaughter, the Death Organization did not use thermal weapons; all the deceased were killed by long blades.

What was even more unbelievable was that, judging from the traces at the scene, only one person had taken action, and they had used cold weapons.

When this news spread, the entire underground world was shaken by it; one person using one long blade to wipe out over ten thousand fully armed modern troops—no one believed this was true.

But those ten thousand-plus corpses were just lying there, with pictures and proof; many assassins and secret agents even went to the scene to check for themselves, and finally determined that only one person had truly taken action.

That general who broke the contract knew that after reneging on the debt, assassins would come to assassinate him, so he hid in an underground air-raid base; even if a nuclear bomb were used to bomb it, it might not necessarily kill him.

The perimeter of the base also had over ten thousand fully armed soldiers; with such tight security, even if regular troops were sent to attack, they might not necessarily be able to take it, yet they were all wiped out by one person using cold weapons.

It was too incredible; everyone did not know how that person who took action managed to do it, nor did they know if that mysterious person was a man or a woman, or why they had such terrifying combat power; this had absolutely exceeded the scope of normal humans.

Everyone gave that mysterious person a nickname, calling them the Blade God, to describe how they used a blade like a god.

Everyone did not know who the Blade God was; everyone only knew that the Blade God was a member of the Death Organization.

As for how many experts similar to the Blade God were inside the Death Organization, no one knew.

The Death Organization was too mysterious; the intelligence organizations of various countries tried every possible way but could not find any trace of the Death Organization.

From then on, no one ever dared to renege on a debt again, nor did they dare to challenge the rules set by the Death Organization.

Meng Yifan was tired of the slaughter and had already retired; before leaving, he had also said goodbye to his mercenary friends, so logically speaking, they should not take the initiative to contact him again.

But now, a friend suddenly reached out to him through the Blood Drop software, which made Meng Yifan feel very puzzled; he did not know what his friend wanted with him.

"Hey, Yifan, how have you been lately? Have you found a wife?" A video window popped up in the chat software, inside of which was a sturdy man of one meter eighty; he had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his whole body was covered in knotted muscles, and every muscle was filled with explosive power.

This big man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face, and originally looked quite imposing, but unfortunately, there was a huge scar from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, which made his face look very ferocious and terrifying.

Especially when he laughed, the scar on his face split open, making people look on with awe and tremble with fear.

This big man was named 'Jiang Hailong', and he was Meng Yifan's comrade-in-arms when he was a mercenary; the two had been through life and death together, had a bond of life and death, and were the kind of brothers who could safely entrust their backs to each other.

"Hailong, don't touch a sore spot; I've come back to go on blind dates more than a dozen times, and not one was suitable. Now I've seen through it; wanting to find a pure and kind woman to live a good life is really not easy," Meng Yifan laughed.

"Haha, anyway, I'm not planning to get married; marriage is too troublesome, and you have to pay a sky-high bride price, and what you find isn't even 'original stock'—you tell me, are we men losing out or what?"

"I've figured it out; I'm not getting married in this life. If I want a woman, I'll spend money to find one outside—clearly marked prices: campus beauties, young married women, white-collar workers, doctors—whatever kind of beauty you want, you find that kind of beauty, and be a groom every night."

"When I'm tired of playing and want a child, I can also find someone for surrogacy; as long as you have money, none of this is an issue."

Jiang Hailong had long advised Meng Yifan not to get married and to enjoy himself while he was young, but Meng Yifan was a relatively traditional person at heart; after returning to his hometown, he still wanted to find an honest and decent woman to marry, have children, raise them well, and live a plain and simple life, but unfortunately, until now, Meng Yifan had still not met a suitable woman.

"Hailong, let's not talk about this; what do you want with me this time?" Meng Yifan asked.