The night was dark and windy.
In a junkyard in the suburbs of An Rong City, the fluorescent lights in one of the rooms were on. Under the light, two figures were looking out the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
After a while, a black car drove in, and a man quickly walked into the room.
"Young Master Shun, where's our money?" The two people in the room asked the man, looking a little impatient.
"Money? You still want money? "The man was very dissatisfied and sneered." You didn't even kill him, and you still want money? "
"How is that possible? I clearly saw him get caught under the truck! "One of the scar-faced men said." Even if he had nine lives, I would have crushed him to death! "
"That's your business. I only know that the kid is still alive!" The man said coldly. "The target is not dead, and you still want money? Dream on! How dare you say that your 'Spirit Reaper Team' is a professional? Professional my ass! "
"Our Spirit Reaper Team has always been professional assassins!" The scar-faced man said unhappily. "There's no reason that kid is still alive. Impossible!"
"Who do you think I, Ye Mingshun, am? I'll go back on my word when I hire you to kill someone." The man sneered. "You failed the mission. What do you say now?"
"Well, since the mission failed, we naturally won't take the money." The man next to the scar-faced man said with a gloomy face.
"We don't lack money. I specially invited you from Yu City to do this mission, but I didn't expect you to fail. What a disappointment. It seems that I'll have to hire a more professional person. "Ye Mingshun said.
"No need! There's no mission that our Spirit Reaper Team can't complete. Now, I'll give you an explanation! "The gloomy man said.
"What explanation?" Ye Mingshun asked.
"Like this!"
The gloomy man snorted coldly. A cold light flashed in his hand, and he stabbed the scar-faced man's stomach. Immediately, the scar-faced man covered his stomach and fell to the ground, his eyes full of surprise and unwillingness. "Brother Shui, we're brothers who have gone through life and death together in Yunhai Province … You … Why …"
"If I don't stab you, the boss will stab me. You know, when the boss set up the Soul-Reaping Group, he said that we were a bunch of desperadoes. Since we're assassins, there's only one rule: only success is allowed, no failure is allowed! Moreover, if the target was not dead, it would definitely cause trouble. So, brother, take care. Perhaps one day we will reunite in the underworld. Don't blame me, brother. "The gloomy man said in a low voice.
Because the dagger was very accurate, the scarred man quickly stopped breathing. At this time, the gloomy man looked at Ye Ming and said, "Young Master Shun, are you satisfied with this explanation?"
"Although you killed him, the target is still alive!" Ye Ming said, "However, your actions let me see the qualities of a professional killer, so I'll give you another chance. If you kill that brat Qin Lang, I can pay you twice as much as your brother's burial fee! "
"Alright! Don't worry, Young Master Shun. Since we have decided to do this business, we will definitely satisfy you, "said the gloomy man.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from outside, "Soul-Reaping Group, pawns of Plentiful City's Ten Halls of Hell, how dare you come to Pingchuan Province to steal the business of killing people!"
"Who are you?" The gloomy man shouted. He was a little surprised that the other party actually knew his background.
"Peers are sworn enemies. I'm a Tangmen!" Tang San walked out of the darkness, "You want to steal business from us Tangmen? You're courting death!"
"You're a Tangmen?" Ye Ming saw Tang San walk in, his tone a little nervous, because according to the information he received, this brat Qin Lang seemed to have a good relationship with the Tangmen. Otherwise, if he wanted to find an assassin to kill Qin Lang, Tangmen would definitely be the first choice.
"Nonsense!" Tang San said coldly, "Since you know I'm a Tangmen, then surrender. Otherwise, I'm afraid the two of you are dead meat."
"Since when did a Tangmen become someone's lackey and kill people for free?" The gloomy man sneered in a disdainful tone.
"Who said it was free, the two of you, each person's worth ten dollars — — right Qin Lang?" Tang San's last words were directed towards the outside.
"That's right. These two pieces of trash are worth twenty dollars." Qin Lang's voice sounded outside the door. He then strode over and looked at Ye Ming Shun disdainfully, "So you're the one who wants to kill me?"
"That's right. You're going against the Ye family, so you'll die a horrible death!" Ye Ming Shun said coldly.
"The people from the Ye Clan will die a horrible death." Qin Lang sneered.
"Since the two of you are here, what do you want?" The gloomy man asked.
"What do you want? Of course it's to kill you, kill you! " Tang San snorted coldly, "You're actually trying to steal our business in Tangmen's territory. Do you think the name of Tangmen is just for show?"
"Kill me? It's not certain who will kill who! " The gloomy man suddenly jumped up, waved the dagger in his hand, and directly slashed at Tang San's throat. His movements were clean and efficient. It was obvious that this person must have undergone professional killing training.
However, the gloomy man's dagger suddenly stopped an inch away from Tang San's throat because a throwing knife in Tang San's hand had pierced about a centimeter into the gloomy man's throat.
The gloomy man's movements were fast, but Tang San's movements were faster!
The difference of an inch was the difference between life and death.
Clang!
The dagger in the gloomy man's hand fell to the ground, which meant that he had lost to Tang San.
"You dare to kill me?" Although the gloomy man threw away the knife and admitted defeat, his tone was still very tough, "Although we of the same trade bully each other, we assassins still have the rules of the pugilistic world. You should know that if you kill me, it will force the Reaper Group and even the entire Ten Halls of Hell to go to war!"
"War, right? I'm so scared! " Tang San sneered. With a sudden shake of his wrist, the throwing knife suddenly pierced the gloomy man's throat and nailed him to the wall.
The gloomy man fell to the ground, reuniting with his brother in the underworld. If he had been a little faster, he might have been able to catch up with his brother on the road to hell.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill him, but I heard someone threaten me, and I couldn't help it." Tang San turned to Qin Lang and said.
"I understand," Qin Lang said, "I also hate being threatened!"
Then, Qin Lang turned to Ye Ming and said, "What about you, do you want to die or live? Speak! "
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