Chapter 71: Spear of God

North America, Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Located at the foot of Beverly Hills along the Pacific coast, it is a famous city within a city in Los Angeles, renowned worldwide as the most prestigious residential area.

This reputation stems not only from exorbitant property prices but also from numerous seemingly absurd privileges, such as its own elected mayor, police department, and fire department.

Wilshire Boulevard, Santa Monica Boulevard, and Sunset Boulevard form the main thoroughfares of Beverly Hills.

Sunset Boulevard serves as the dividing line, splitting Beverly Hills into northern and southern sections.

The southern flat area is dominated by shopping centers and commercial streets, while the northern hilly region is the true hub of luxury estates known for their staggering prices.

Residents here are either world-famous celebrities—such as Hollywood stars, music icons, and NBA players—or genuine tycoons and conglomerates, like the owner of this mansion halfway up the hill.

Publicly, he is a magnate in North American agriculture and machinery, with hundreds of billions in assets and countless industries.

But in the underworld, he holds another highly secretive identity: Number Three of the assassin organization, Spear of God.

From above, the estate spans at least five thousand square meters, its grounds filled with exquisite flora and artificial hills, and wide enough for two large-displacement SUVs to drive side by side.

Even more absurdly, from the ornate iron gate to the castle-like villa at the center, every step along the way is guarded by visible or hidden security personnel—literally, one every five steps, one sentinel every ten.

Beside the azure pool, seven white female servants, varied in figure and stunning in beauty, stood in a line, holding towels, red wine, glasses, and other items, silently awaiting their master’s call, as if from a movie.

Further away, two fully armed security teams patrolled the estate.

Above, numerous drones hovered at low altitude, circling the entire property.

At the center of it all stood a middle-aged white man dressed casually.

He wore sunglasses, his hair damp, seated on a lounge chair, flanked by a suited butler and two men in loose casual attire.

These two men carried a different aura from the other guards; though equally muscular, they gave off an innocuous impression, easily overlooked.

Without doubt, they were the anomalous bodyguards assigned to protect Number Three!

At that moment, a phone rang beside him. The butler stepped forward, checked it, then answered and respectfully handed it to the man’s ear.

“Evans, it’s me, Ron Keller.”

“It’s you!”

Evans frowned and muttered, “Didn’t I tell you? I have no interest in your experiments. You—”

The voice on the other end chuckled lightly, “Calm down. I’m not calling to solicit funding. No, to be precise, I’m not looking for Raoul Evans—I’m looking for… Spear of God.”

“…”

Evans’ pupils contracted. He spoke without expression, “Spear of God is an assassin organization. If you want them, place an order on the dark web. Why call me?”

Ron Keller chuckled, “Evans, no need to play the part in front of me!”

“I wouldn’t have made this call unless I’d received reliable intelligence…”

Evans’ face darkened. Without a word, he raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture to the butler.

The butler nodded slightly, handed the phone to Evans, then turned and walked away.

Evans took the phone and listened in silence.

Keller continued, smiling, “I don’t know your exact position in Spear of God, but your fingerprints are everywhere across North American operations—though I say this not to boast my intel sources or threaten you. On the contrary, I have a contract to offer Spear of God.”

“It’s a confidential assignment. Can’t be placed on the dark web. Must be handled directly with Spear of God’s high command.”

“Evans, given our long-standing friendship, you can at least pass this along, right?”

Evans remained silent for a long while, then slowly said, “Speak.”

Ron Keller shook his head, “It’s not that I distrust you. This matter is critical—it concerns Behemoth and the entire future of the anomalous world. So…”

Keller didn’t finish, but Evans understood his meaning.

Evans said gravely, “So I only need to deliver your message to Spear of God’s high command. After that, it’s between you and them, correct?”

“Exactly.”

“Fine. Someone will contact you within forty-eight hours.”

“Thank you!”

After hanging up, Evans tossed the phone aside, expressionless, his fingers resting on his knees, trembling slightly.

“It’s just a phone call. Why be so afraid?”

A voice with a hint of amusement suddenly came from beside him.

Evans froze, then whirled around to see a handsome Chinese youth seated on another lounge chair, holding a glass of red wine, studying him with keen interest.

…When did he get here?!

Evans’ face filled with shock. He leapt to his feet and shouted for the two anomalous guards.

But the two men were already lying on the ground.

The attacker was a Chinese youth whose body was wrapped in swirling air currents.

He had effortlessly taken them out, then walked toward the handsome youth, muttering under his breath, “So this is an anomalous? They don’t seem nearly as strong as in the comics…”

The youth—or Lin Yu—glanced at him and smiled faintly, “Of course not. Anomalous bodies are still made of flesh and blood. Except for a handful of top-tier experts, most have high offense but low defense.”

“These two are average at best. Can’t even withstand a few rounds from a large-caliber bullet, let alone your spells!”

Watching the two unexpected guests converse, Evans’ expression grew increasingly terrified, his entire body trembling.

Su Haoming stepped beside Lin Yu, studying the trembling white man, frowning, “Is this really a high-ranking member of Spear of God? We haven’t even done anything yet, and he’s already this terrified…”

“Of course he’s terrified!”

A calm voice came from behind Evans.

Evans shuddered, stiffly turning his head, then his face twisted in despair.

Following his gaze, three Chinese youths walked forward from behind, their trail littered with fallen guards, accompanied by the butler who had just left.

Without doubt, these three were Fan Xian, Xiang Yunye, and He Jing.

Arriving beside the pool, He Jing glanced at the despairing Evans and said coolly, “As a decoy for Number Three, the moment his identity was exposed to outsiders, he was already dead.”

Su Haoming’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s a decoy?”

Fan Xian asked in surprise, “Didn’t you say the estate owner *is* Number Three?”

He Jing said softly, “Correct—the estate owner *is* Number Three. But when did I say he was the estate owner?”

He Jing turned to the silent butler beside him. “Isn’t that right, Number Three?”

“What?!”

Su Haoming and the others were stunned.

Even the despairing Evans turned his head, staring in disbelief at the butler.

“You… you… you’re…”

“Bang!”

The butler shot Evans dead, then turned to He Jing, coldly demanding, “Sheng Feng, are you betraying the organization?!”

Lin Yu watched the two with interest, paying no mind to the dead Evans. Though merely a decoy, the man had enjoyed countless privileges and committed countless crimes under Number Three’s name—he deserved to die.

“Betrayal?” He Jing sneered. “Who’s betraying whom?”

“Think back. How many contributions have I made to this organization? How many threats have I eliminated for you?”

“And you? You publicly opened the door, welcomed me into the high command—but behind the scenes, you still treat me as expendable. Even now, face to face, you still call me Sheng Feng, not Number Seven!”

Number Three spoke without expression, “No matter how we treat you, it’s internal business. But you leaked our secrets to outsiders and brought them right to my doorstep. Do you know what this means?”

“It means that after today, Spear of God will cease to exist…”

Su Haoming spoke lazily from the side, drawing everyone’s attention.

Number Three turned to him and sneered, “You four? You think you can destroy Spear of God?”

“I can’t take this anymore!” Su Haoming sighed, then pointed at Number Three and said to Lin Yu, “This guy’s mental resilience is better than the dead one, but his attitude is way too arrogant… Brother, can I hit him?”

Lin Yu chuckled, then turned to He Jing. “Finished catching up?”

He Jing replied calmly, “You worry too much. I had nothing to say to him.”

“Good.”

Lin Yu reached out, and Number Three’s body instantly flew into his grasp.

The next instant, terrifying spiritual force surged into Number Three’s mind.

For the first time, Number Three’s face showed fear—but soon, that fear faded, replaced by utter, impassive calm.

Lin Yu released him. Number Three stood quietly to the side, bowing respectfully to all.

“Seven Shadows of Youming Pavilion, pay homage to your True Lords!”

(End of Chapter)