Chapter 46: I Heard Someone Was Looking for Me, So I Came

Inside a luxuriously decorated office at the headquarters of the Bloodfiend Syndicate.

Smoke drifted lazily.

Mo Tianxiong viciously stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, his eyes bloodshot.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist onto the heavy solid wood desk, causing the documents on it to rustle.

"Trash! You are all fucking trash!"

In the past two days, he felt like he had aged ten years.

Not only did he lose dozens of brothers from the syndicate.

Even the two capable subordinates he had painstakingly cultivated, Zhao Tianqi and Zhao Tianming, had died.

Most crucially, his own son, Young Master Mo, had been killed by someone.

For the Bloodfiend Syndicate, this was no different from the pain of a severed arm, severely damaging its strength!

What frustrated him to no end was that he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the killer now.

Naturally, he had also seen the one million bounty from the Radiant Alliance.

That swordsman named "Yasuo" above was most likely the person who killed his son.

But so what?

The Radiant Alliance had dispatched so many people, yet they suffered a heavy loss in the Old City District and returned in disarray.

With the meager manpower his Bloodfiend Syndicate had left, rushing in would just be throwing their lives away for nothing.

There was no avenue for revenge!

This sense of helplessness was like an invisible hand gripping his throat tightly, driving him to the verge of madness.

Of course, he didn't know that the Yasuo he hated to the bone had already been blasted to smithereens yesterday by a mysterious powerhouse riding a dragon.

To avoid complications, the Zhou Family had not made this news public.

"Thud, thud."

The office door was knocked on.

"What is it?!" Mo Tianxiong's tone was filled with impatience.

From outside came a subordinate's respectful yet slightly excited voice: "President! Jasmine has been caught and brought back!"

A flash of light instantly crossed Mo Tianxiong's gloomy eyes.

"Bring her in!"

Soon, two subordinates roughly shoved Jasmine in.

"President, here she is."

Mo Tianxiong raised his eyes to look, making no attempt to conceal the killing intent in them.

He stood up and slowly walked over to Jasmine.

Without a word, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap!

"Slap!"

The crisp sound echoed inside the office.

Jasmine was struck into a stagger, fresh blood instantly spilling from the corner of her mouth as half her cheek swelled up at a visible speed.

"My son valued you so much and kept you by his side all day long!"

"How dare you betray him! Betray the syndicate!"

Mo Tianxiong's voice was as if forged in ice, every word exuding a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

Jasmine shook her dizzy head and raised her head.

She knew that today she would undoubtedly die.

Since death was certain either way, what use was begging for mercy?

She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and the usual timidity in her eyes was gone, replaced instead by a desperate, reckless fire.

"Valued me?"

Jasmine laughed, her laughter shrill and desolate.

"Mo Tianxiong, stop deceiving yourself!"

"What kind of person your son is, you know better than anyone!"

"If my profession wasn't still useful to him and he didn't dare act rashly against me, I'm afraid I would have long become his plaything!"

She straightened her back, but her tears fell disobediently, mixing with the blood at the corner of her mouth in a shocking sight.

"I am merely a support-type Professional!"

"I am nothing more than a tool in your eyes!"

"Who actually cares about how I feel? Who gives a damn whether I live or die?!"

"I just… wanted to survive, is that wrong?!"

One accusation after another pierced the oppressive air of the office like sharp swords.

Mo Tianxiong was stunned.

He was somewhat surprised.

Jasmine, who in his impression was always submissive and meek, actually dared to speak to him like this today.

It was as if she had become a completely different person overnight.

He narrowed his eyes, re-evaluating the girl in front of him, and his tone softened a bit.

"Since you want to live, I can give you a chance."

Mo Tianxiong sat back down in his chair, fingers interlocked, his eyes flickering.

"That person named Yasuo was able to let you return to the city alone, so he must trust you a lot."

"As long as you can lure him out of the Old City District and hand him over to me."

"I will consider sparing your life."

His calculations were very shrewd.

As long as he could capture Yasuo before anyone else, not only could he get the one million bounty from the Radiant Alliance, but he could also use this to establish a connection with the Zhou Family.

Perhaps this truly was the opportunity for his Bloodfiend Syndicate to soar into the skies!

Listening to his words, Jasmine felt nothing but a cold sneer in her heart.

This old fox still didn't know that Yasuo was already dead.

And he still wanted to use her to lure out a dead man?

Ridiculous!

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Yasuo wasn't dead and she really did as he said.

Given Mo Tianxiong's ruthless and vicious personality, after it was done, she would definitely be silenced.

"You still want to use me even now?"

The smile on Jasmine's face was filled with mockery.

"Mo Tianxiong, keep dreaming your pipe dreams!"

She suddenly felt that being able to thoroughly disgust this man before death was actually quite a gratifying thing.

"To tell you the truth!"

"That Yasuo fled the Old City District long ago, and who knows where he's living it up happily right now!"

"You can just hold onto your hatred and slowly choke to death from anger!"

"You will never even think of catching him!"

The muscles on Mo Tianxiong's face twitched violently, and blue veins bulged on his forehead.

"You're courting death!"

He suddenly stood up, rushed forward, and delivered two even heavier slaps with the back of his hand!

"Slap! Slap!"

Jasmine was struck seeing stars and nearly passed out, relying entirely on the two subordinates to hold her up so she wouldn't fall.

"Stinking bitch!"

"You stinking bitch! I give you face and you don't want it!"

Mo Tianxiong looked like a madman as he grabbed a handful of Jasmine's hair, his face vicious and distorted.

"Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish today!"

"Not only will I let you die! I'll also make that crippled sister of yours go down and keep you company!"

Just as he was about to give the order to act.

"Thud, thud, thud."

The office door was suddenly knocked on neither too heavily nor too lightly.

Mo Tianxiong's movements paused as he roared impatiently, "Who?!"

From outside came a man's voice that carried a trace of vicissitudes yet was exceptionally calm.

"I heard someone was looking for me, so I came."

This voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Jasmine's mind like a bolt of thunder!

She suddenly widened her eyes, her unfocused pupils abruptly contracting, and her face filled with disbelief!

Th—this is Boss's voice?!

How is that possible?!

Wasn't he… wasn't he already dead under the Dragon Breath?!

Mo Tianxiong also wore a look of suspicion.

This was the core area of the Bloodfiend Syndicate, and the guards outside were strictly stationed.

How could someone silently sneak up to his office door without a single subordinate coming to report?

He gave a subordinate a look.

That subordinate immediately understood, walked warily to the door, and jerked it open.

Standing at the doorway was a man.

He wore a dark long trench coat, his hood pulled down very low, and he even wore a mask, completely covering his entire face.

Only a pair of eyes was exposed outside.

Sharp, icy, as if they could pierce through people's hearts.

The moment she saw those eyes, Jasmine's body trembled violently out of control.

It's the Boss!

It really is him!

Even though he had changed his attire and hairstyle, she would never mistake these eyes for as long as she lived!

Mo Tianxiong frowned, staring fixedly at the newcomer, his voice gloomy.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

"Why didn't my men report it?"

The newcomer didn't answer, merely turning sideways slightly to clear the doorway.

His voice was calm and without ripples, unable to convey any emotion.

"Are you talking about those subordinates of yours?"

"Aren't they all lying right over there?"

Mo Tianxiong looked outward along his line of sight.

His pupils contracted violently.

What did he see?

In the syndicate's hallway, those elites he was so proud of were now collapsed on the ground like tattered sacks.

At the neck, without exception, each had a faint bloody trace.

Killed with a single blow.

Th—this… how is this possible?!