Chapter 94: Assassinate Lin Mo!

Tianbei City, headquarters of the Killer Shark Guild.

Inside the guild hall.

A burly man sat on the sofa, a ferocious bloodthirsty shark tattooed across his chest.

A long scar ran the full length of his back, giving him an exceptionally brutal appearance.

Opposite him sat two men.

The one on the left wore gold-rimmed glasses and had his hair combed perfectly neat, appearing refined and scholarly.

The one on the right was a middle-aged man, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead, restless and darting his eyes around.

The gold-rimmed glasses man watched the video on his computer and remarked in stiff Dragon Nation Chinese:

“Brilliant, truly brilliant…”

“This is the top-ranked student of your Dragon Nation’s Dragon Order Class this year?”

“He controls fire and earth—and even masters Thunder? At level twenty, he’s already achieved this…”

At that moment, the middle-aged man’s voice trembled slightly:

“S…Sanben-san, I’ve given you everything—the complete dossiers of every student in this year’s Dragon Order Class, along with their battle videos…”

“You promised that if I handed these over, you’d release my wife and daughter… and pay me fifty million, and get my whole family to Ying Country…”

“Please, hurry and arrange it! If the higher-ups find out, it’s death! I can’t stay in Dragon Nation any longer! Every second is torture!”

Sanben Kenichi stood up with a smile, walked behind the man, placed his hands on his shoulders, and spoke gently:

“Mr. Chen, don’t rush.”

“Your Dragon Nation people often say: those who understand the times are the true heroes.”

“You’ve decisively abandoned those vague ideals of national duty for the sake of your family’s safety.”

“This spirit of sacrificing the many for the few is truly moving.”

The man’s tense nerves eased slightly, and he forced a smile:

“Thank you, Sanben-san, for understanding. I was forced into it—man must look out for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him…”

Pfft—!

A massive hand suddenly pierced through his back and burst out from his chest.

“Ugh… gurgle…”

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Sanben Kenichi.

Blood instantly soaked his clothes.

Sanben Kenichi pulled out his blood-slicked right hand, grimaced, and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood away; his smile turned cold:

“I do admire your compliance—but I truly despise traitors.”

“Selling out your own country? Disgusting.”

“As for your family…”

Sanben Kenichi tossed the bloodstained handkerchief onto the still-twitching corpse and said calmly:

“Families should be whole—your wife and daughter will join you soon.”

The light in the middle-aged man’s eyes faded rapidly, filled with endless regret, as he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Zhao Tianling, the leader of the Killer Shark Guild who had been watching from the sofa, frowned slightly.

Though he himself was a man who killed without blinking, Sanben Kenichi’s twisted behavior still unsettled him.

“Someone, take this trash away and clean the floor.”

Zhao Tianling waved his hand; two subordinates immediately entered and dragged the corpse out.

Moments later,

Zhao Tianling spoke in a low voice:

“Sanben, you’ve got what you wanted—get out now.”

“The crackdown is tight. If anyone finds out our Killer Shark Guild has ties to your Ying Country, I won’t have nine heads enough to lose.”

Sanben Kenichi smiled indifferently.

“Director Zhao, don’t be so tense.”

“It’s unavoidable—your Dragon Nation is too closed off; networks and communications can’t transmit data out. Only human couriers can carry it.”

As he spoke, Sanben Kenichi’s eyes flashed with cold light:

“In the upcoming World Arena, our Ying Country and your Dragon Nation have been placed in the same battlefield.”

“This data is vital to our Empire.”

“If we fully understand the Dragon Order Class’s hidden cards, it will be a tremendous advantage for our Empire’s ‘Oni Corps.’”

Zhao Tianling snorted impatiently:

“That’s your problem—don’t drag me into it. Get out now.”

At that moment,

The door opened, and a mild-looking man walked in.

Zhao Tianling glanced at him, frowning: “Third Brother? Aren’t you guarding the Broken Rock Wasteland? Why are you back?”

The man didn’t waste words, reporting:

“Big Brother, we ran into Dragon Guard’s Xu Wenchang—he’s leading Dragon Order Class students to clear a dungeon there, and drove us off.”

“Dragon Fist Xu Wenchang?”

Zhao Tianling froze. “Why would the Dragon Order Class come here to clear dungeons? Aren’t there enough dungeons at Beijing University?”

The man replied solemnly:

“Director, I recall there’s a temple dungeon’s activation coordinate in the Broken Rock Wasteland. I think they came for that.”

“Is that so?”

Zhao Tianling’s eyes flickered with greed, but he quickly suppressed it. “If it’s Dragon Order Class, forget it. Don’t provoke them.”

He was brutal, but he knew his limits.

Bullying low-profile cultivators was one thing—but provoking the Dragon Guard’s Dragon Order Class? That was pure suicide.

Beside him, Sanben Kenichi turned his laptop screen toward the man.

“Are these the students you encountered?”

The man leaned closer, studied the screen for a few seconds, then nodded firmly:

“Yes, those are them.”

Upon receiving confirmation,

Sanben Kenichi gently closed the laptop and looked at Zhao Tianling.

“Director Zhao.”

“If I recall correctly, your guild’s warehouse still has some ‘Intrusion Scrolls,’ right?”

At these words, Zhao Tianling’s eyelid twitched violently.

He eyed Sanben Kenichi warily:

“What do you want?”

“What else?”

Sanben Kenichi spread his hands, as if stating the obvious:

“Of course, kill them.”

“What?”

Zhao Tianling shot up from the sofa:

“Are you insane? That’s the Dragon Order Class! Outside, Xu Wenchang is guarding them!”

“Don’t drag me into your suicide—I’m not ready to die yet!”

Facing Zhao Tianling’s rage, Sanben Kenichi remained calm:

“Director Zhao, if you help me kill that top combatant of the Dragon Order Class, this achievement alone could earn me a noble title in the Empire.”

Zhao Tianling snorted. “That’s your glory—what’s it to me? I know if I move, I’ll be dead by tomorrow!”

Hearing this, Sanben Kenichi’s lips curled slightly:

“Director Zhao, even I, a man from Ying Country, know that Dragon Fist Xu Wenchang is infamous as a killing god, notorious for his hatred of evil.”

“Now he knows you’ve been forcing sales and bullying the weak in the Broken Rock Wasteland—do you really think you can survive?”

Sanben Kenichi sneered:

“Once his students finish the dungeon, I guarantee he’ll turn around and lead the Dragon Guard to massacre your Killer Shark Guild.”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Zhao Tianling’s face turned deathly pale.

Though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew Sanben Kenichi was right.

That old bastard Xu Wenchang couldn’t stand this kind of thing.

He hadn’t acted yet only because he was focused on his students’ dungeon run.

Once he was free…

It would be a death sentence.

Sanben Kenichi continued:

“But if you help me kill those students…”

“I have a special evacuation route—I can take you and your core members to Ying Country.”

“I guarantee you’ll not only survive in our country, but enjoy wealth and luxury beyond what you could spend in ten lifetimes.”

Zhao Tianling stared at him without blinking.

The image of that middle-aged man’s gruesome death still burned before his eyes.

“Why should I believe you?”

“Heh, Chairman Zhao, you have no choice—wait for the Dragon Guard to come knocking, or trust me and take a gamble. Decide for yourself.”

After speaking, Yamamoto Kenichi sat back down, watching Zhao Tianling with keen interest.

Zhao Tianling fell silent.

The Japanese man was right—he was trapped in a dead end.

No matter where he ran, as long as he remained within Dragon Country, the Dragon Guard would surely kill him.

Now, there was only one path: escape Dragon Country!

Long silence.

Zhao Tianling suddenly lifted his head.

“Fuck it, let’s do it!”

“Yamamoto Kenichi, if you break your promise, I’ll kill you myself.”

Yamamoto Kenichi smiled.

“Chairman Zhao, trust me—once we succeed in killing those students, I will take you to our country.”

“Hmph, better be.”

Zhao Tianling snorted, then turned to the man beside him. “Third Brother, what’s the level restriction for that temple dungeon?”

Third Brother had clearly already checked—he answered instantly.

“Chairman, 20 to 25 levels.”

“Good.”

Zhao Tianling nodded and said:

“Thankfully, the Chaos Entry Scroll doesn’t require proximity to the dungeon—just using it within the zone reveals all nearby open dungeons. Otherwise, dealing with that old bastard would’ve been impossible.”

Then, his eyes red, he spoke rapidly:

“Gather every elite in the guild between levels 20 and 25. Equip them with the best gear and weapons, and give them the finest potions.”

“The Chaos Entry Scrolls are too rare—we only have three. Divide the team into three squads.”

“Use your most elite men to launch a wheeling assault!”

“Three scrolls, three waves of assassinations. With the best gear, I don’t believe we can’t kill him!”

“Yes, Big Brother!”

Third Brother saluted and turned to run.

“Wait.”

Zhao Tianling called him back, his voice icy.

“Tell the brothers—if anyone kills Lin Mo, I’ll reward him one hundred million. I’ll take him to Ying Country to live in luxury!”

“Hurry! Get them inside before those bastards clear the dungeon!”

“Yes!!!”

Watching Third Brother sprint away.

Yamamoto Kenichi smiled in satisfaction.

“Chairman Zhao, a wise choice.”