Chapter 66 Five Characters

"As long as this mission is successfully completed, I'll earn another eight million for the clan! Then... my old man should finally pass the throne to me, right?"

Xia Fei narrowed his eyes, a sliver of chilling intent flashing through the slits.

Just at that moment, the voice of a young man echoed from outside his quarters:

"Third Uncle."

Hearing this voice, Xia Fei immediately knew who had come.

He hurried over to the mirror, adjusted his expression, and then stepped outside.

A tall, upright youth with refined features caught sight of Xia Fei and offered a slight, respectful bow: "Third Uncle."

"Yusong, my nephew, what brings you to my quarters all of a sudden?" Xia Fei asked with a smile plastered across his face.

This youth was named Xia Yusong.

He was the only son of Xia Zheng'en's eldest son, Xia Cheng.

In other words, he was the eldest son and eldest grandson of the current head of the Xia family!

Xia Yusong said, "Father has prepared a banquet and specifically sent me to invite all the uncles to attend."

"Oh?"

Xia Fei felt a jolt in his heart!

*'A banquet at a time like this? Could this be... a Feast at Hong Gate?!'*

But the very next second, he shook his head inwardly: *'Impossible. My eldest brother has a weak disposition; there is no way he could pull off something like this.'*

Having figured this out, Xia Fei followed Xia Yusong to the banquet.

Along the way, Xia Yusong asked curiously, "Third Uncle, I heard you took on a debt collection commission today that pays eight million?"

It was no surprise that he knew, since various pieces of intelligence circulated freely within the Xia family.

Xia Fei nodded, making no effort to conceal it: "Those good-for-nothings in Niu Youde's industrial park—their debtors are nothing more than a bunch of Chinese farmers, yet those idiots still couldn't collect the debts themselves?"

*'However... it is precisely because of those fools that I get to make this eight million!'*

Xia Fei never once entertained the thought that this mission could fail.

What a joke!

Though the three men he sent weren't the elite assassins cultivated by the Xia family, they were still seasoned operatives who had executed missions of all scales!

If they couldn't even handle a bunch of farmers, they might as well commit seppuku!

***

The three Xia family assassins slipped across the border under the cover of night without a hitch.

Guided by their map, they arrived at Tazaia.

"Let the people here know we've arrived first!"

The three exchanged glances and, after entering the village from the rear, dispersed in different directions.

According to the plan, the most crucial step was: without exposing themselves, let the locals know they were here!

...

One of the assassins lay prone on a rooftop. Because it was nighttime and the weather was poor with no moonlight, his black, tight-fitting night garb allowed him to blend in perfectly with the roof.

"Who should I target?"

He muttered to himself, scanning for a target.

No one noticed him crouching up on the roof.

Similarly, he failed to notice the figure standing in the darkness right behind him.

Lin Wentong stood upon the rooftop, quietly watching the man sprawled out beneath his feet, searching for a target.

[Shadow Tracing]

The intelligence gathered by the Xia family made no mention of the fact that the entire Tazaia village was already covered by a surveillance network.

To put it exaggeratingly, even if a stray dog wandered into the village, Tazaia would detect the anomaly instantly!

*'What background do these three have?'*

Lin Wentong reached out and stroked his chin.

"That's the one!" The Xia family assassin beneath his feet illuminated his eyes, for he spotted a lone child down in the alley not far away.

***

"Kidnap that child, and secretly pass the message to their parents. That way... the whole village will know!"

He muttered to himself, tensing his body and rising to his feet, preparing to make his move.

Yet!

The moment he stood up, he felt a chill at the back of his neck.

He blinked in confusion, wanting to turn his head back. The very next instant, the chill struck again. This time, his vision went completely black, and he tumbled straight off the roof.

Lin Wentong felt a slight trace of surprise.

Seeing that the man had a lean and slender build, he hadn't used much force on the first punch, afraid of killing him outright.

As a result... this fellow actually managed to take a punch from him head-on?

*'Such formidable physical conditioning!'*

Down below the roof, a seven or eight-year-old girl holding a lollipop was walking along when she heard a dull thud nearby. Vaguely, she seemed to see someone fall down.

She hurried over and saw the assassin, knocked unconscious by Lin Wentong, sprawled on the ground. The little girl blinked her large, watery eyes.

Curiously, she even poked the unconscious assassin with the lollipop in her hand.

The next moment, she felt a gust of wind behind her as Lin Wentong leaped down as well.

"Whose kid is this? Stop running around at night and get back home." With that, Lin Wentong hoisted the unconscious assassin over his shoulder.

The little girl wrinkled her small nose and stuck her tongue out at Lin Wentong.

Lin Wentong didn't indulge her either; he snatched the lollipop right out of her hand.

The little girl: "???"

Before she could even react, Lin Wentong grabbed her by the arm and hauled her back to her parents.

As for that lollipop?

Lin Wentong casually tossed it into a trash can. He had just seen the girl poking him with it, meaning it had been contaminated.

It was definitely not because Lin Wentong had itchy hands and a sudden surge of mischief.

***

Lin Wenwu was in the surveillance room, relaying coordinates to Lin Wentong.

The second assassin was lurking around an alley corner. Activating his [Shadow Tracing] ability, Lin Wentong swaggered right up behind him.

Without wasting a word, he knocked the man out with a single punch.

Watching this scene unfold through the monitors, Lin Wenwu was utterly dumbfounded.

Too shocking!

Big Brother Dong just swaggered right up behind those people?

Are they deaf? They couldn't hear footsteps?!

Lin Wentong hoisted the two men he had knocked out onto his shoulders like a stack of logs, and spoke into Lin Wenwu through his Bluetooth earpiece:

"Give me the location of the last one."

Coming to his senses, Lin Wenwu frantically scanned the dense array of monitors and quickly spotted the figure of the last man on one of them.

"Oh no!"

His pupils constricted as he gasped in alarm!

"What is it?" Lin Wentong furrowed his brow.

Not daring to delay, Lin Wenwu blurted out in a rapid tone:

"That last guy has gone to Uncle Dong's doorstep!"