A mole?
Xia Fei used his fastest speed to return to that patch of weeds and used his Breath Control technique. Using the withered weeds as cover, he slowly approached the seven men, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Xia Fei, you mustn't be impulsive, Phantom said in Xia Fei's consciousness. Phantom spoke in Xia Feis consciousness. He was somewhat worried about Xia Feis anger, afraid that he would do something rash.
Impulsive? I've never been this calm before. Of course, I've never wanted to kill them as much as I do now, Xia Fei plainly said.
Phantom shook his head and simply returned to the Moore Stone, no longer saying anything. Losing Xiao Yu had also made Phantom very upset.
After a few flashes, Xia Fei arrived near the seven men. He pushed aside the weeds and quietly peeked over, only to see them huddled together and discussing something.
These six underlings of Xiao Yong had all been hired at a high price. These people were not young anymore, and it was already an extravagant hope for them to advance in rank or become an Adjudicator in their lifetime. That was why they had followed Xiao Yong here, hoping to earn some money before they retired.
Originally, there had been over thirty people in this group when they came out, but after four days of killing in the eastern hilly region, there were only six of them left. The cruelty of this assessment was evident.
A dark-faced man seemed to be the leader of these mercenaries. He looked to be in his fifties, and there was a very deep scar on his face, making him look very repulsive. His two large hands were like palm-leaf fans, and each of them was missing a little finger. Looking at the scar, it seemed like it had been chopped off.
He whispered to one of his underlings with a goatee for a while before he came to Xiao Yong's side and asked, Just where did you get your information from? We've already been running north for five hundred kilometers, and we haven't even seen a shadow. I suspect that we've been fooled.
Xia Fei heard everything clearly from the side. Information? Could it be information on me and Xiao Yu?
Clenching his fists tightly, Xia Fei patiently continued to listen.
Xiao Yong came from a big family, so he was very disdainful of this black-faced big man who did business in the lower three paths. However, he didn't dare to offend him at this critical moment, so he could only helplessly say, "Black boss, my information is absolutely reliable. You must believe me."
He pointed at the corpse on the ground. "Look, this person died not long ago. He must have been robbed and killed. His keepsake must have been taken away. We just need to continue north and we will definitely be able to catch up with that guy."
The black boss looked at the corpse. The wound on the neck was still wet, and it looked like he had died not long ago.
The man with the goatee once again came to his side, and the two of them whispered in each other's ears for a while. The black boss kept nodding as he listened. It seemed that the man with the goatee was the inept advisor of this group.
Boss Hei and the goatee finished their discussion and came before Xiao Yong again. He said in a low, muffled voice, "Us brothers can continue north, but we'll have to increase the price."
"Damn Old Black! Smelly Old Black! " Xiao Yong cursed the black boss a few hundred times in his mind, but he still kept a smile on his face. "Big brother Black, you're a famous figure in Lambert, so you should keep your word. How can you go back on your word at the last minute?"
When the black boss heard Xiao Yong say that he was not loyal enough, he immediately panicked and shouted, "I, Black Eight-fingers, have never been someone who doesn't keep his word! It's just that this time. This time. "
The black boss was a little speechless. The goatee hurriedly stood up and continued the black boss's words. "Us brothers have suffered too great of a loss this time. The money you paid isn't even enough for our brothers to settle down. It's only been five days, and twenty-six of our brothers have already died on this goddamn planet. Their wives and children are asking us for them. How do you expect us to explain this to them?"
The other subordinates of the black boss also complained, "That's right! If we'd known it would be like this, we wouldn't have come even if you beat us to death. "
"This is all your fault. You're the one who said that you have insider information and that nothing bad will happen to our brothers, but look at this. In the blink of an eye, twenty-six of our brothers are gone, just like that. Where the hell is your insider information?"
Xiao Yong saw that the crowd was riled up and immediately said in a nice tone, "Hehe, I, Xiao Yong, am not someone who doesn't keep his word. We all live in Prancing Horse City, so don't you guys know me? There's nothing more to say. Add another 500,000 star coins to each of our brothers who are still alive!"
In fact, Xiao Yong was already gnashing his teeth in hatred. The so-called rules in the world had always been just for show. The more people died, the more Black Eight-fingers would get. As for those who died, they would at most give around 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. Loyalty? Loyalty was something that could be sold by the pound, and they could get as much as they wanted.
However, Xiao Yong had no choice but to agree to these people's conditions. The four family warriors who had come with him were already dead, and offending these people would not end well for him. He could only treat it as spending money to buy his safety.
The goateed man sneered. "All thirty-two of us brothers came out together. If there are any brothers who are still alive, then there's no shortage of those who are dead."
Xiao Yong groaned inwardly. Five hundred thousand star coins for each of the thirty-two men was sixteen million. How many times could they go to a brothel with that? Even if they bought that little peacock, it would not cost that much.
Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yong still agreed to their conditions. No matter what, it was more important to stay alive. These people were not easy to deal with, and they would do anything if they were pushed too far.
After getting the money, the six mercenaries did not make a fuss anymore. The group of men picked up their pace and headed north.
Xia Fei walked out from the bushes. He was getting more and more convinced that these people had nothing to do with Xiao Yu's kidnapping. Just these people alone did not have the ability to do so. It must be known that Xiao Yu's special ability was the Amethyst Protection, so normal people would not be able to make her surrender so easily.
Insider information? Just what kind of insider information could it be?
After some thought, Xia Fei lowered his body and followed this group of people from afar. Xiao Yu's disappearance was very strange, and Xia Fei was not willing to let go of any clues.
That night, Xiao Yong and the six mercenaries found a pit to rest in, while Xia Fei hid somewhere a little further away, quietly standing guard.
The pit was about a thousand square meters in area and less than a meter deep. A few bare date trees grew crookedly there, and there was even a puddle of dirty, smelly water in the middle. If it was during the rainy season, this place would most likely be a shallow pool.
The black boss sat down in front of a date tree and sent his three men to stand guard around it, while he, Xiao Yong, and the goateed man remained where they were.
The black boss reached out and took off his combat boots. The stench made Xiao Yong, who had always lived like a prince, furrow his eyebrows.
"Let's call it a day. We'll head north tomorrow morning." The black boss did not say another word and went to sleep. Not long after, a series of snores could be heard.
Although Xiao Yong was anxious, he did not dare to retort. Although he was the employer of these people in name, he had no say in reality.
Sighing helplessly, Xiao Yong took out a bottle of mineral water from his spatial ring and carefully washed his face. He then took out a blanket and wrapped it around himself. Soon, he, too, entered dreamland.
These people must be quite capable to be able to make it out of the eastern hills alive. Xia Fei was not in a hurry to make his move. He patiently waited for the moment when these people were completely asleep.
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was around three in the morning. This was the time when people slept the most, and it was the best time to strike.
There was nothing to hide in the desert, so Xia Fei needed to quickly and effectively get rid of as many opponents as possible. The moment any of them woke up, they would easily discover Xia Feis presence.
Crouching, Xia Fei's footsteps were slow and balanced. It was not a wise choice to pursue speed at this time. The key was efficiency.
He quickly approached the back of the first sentry. This man was leaning against a mound of dirt, fast asleep, and he was hugging a strange-looking weapon in his arms.
Xia Fei used one hand to cover the sentry's mouth. With a flash of green light, an inconspicuous mark appeared on the sentry's neck. This slash had directly severed his trachea and artery, and his technique was very clean and efficient.
The sentry shuddered a few times in Xia Fei's arms, but he did not make a sound after that.
Putting the corpse down, Xia Fei continued his rhythmic pace as he circled around the second sentry.
Xia Fei's method of killing was very ingenious. The blade of his blade sliced across the sentry's throat at high speed, accurately killing him while also preventing him from making a sound.
There were too many arteries in the neck, and the slightest mistake would cause blood to gush out like a fountain. With a large amount of blood gushing out at the same time, it was inevitable that there would be a sound.
Xia Fei's blade technique was fast and ingenious. After the arteries were severed, the blood did not gush out but instead slowly seeped out from the wound, truly achieving the goal of killing without leaving a trace.
Phantom could not help but nod his head at the side, a look of admiration on his face. Though he had once killed an unknown big shot, when it came to talent in killing, Phantom was far from being Xia Fei's match.
In just a few months, Xia Fei had practiced Sly Thrust and Breath Control, which Phantom had taught him, to the point where he could use them skillfully. This kind of speed was simply unheard of.
The ultimate techniques of an assassin did not look complicated, and they were all simple, even crude moves. There was nothing fancy about them, but these seemingly ordinary moves were the ones that tested a person's foundation the most, and they were the most lethal.
Aside from their cultivation technique, what was more important was the psychological quality of an assassin. Without a strong mentality that could kill a thousand people in a single night without batting an eyelid, there was no way one could become an outstanding assassin.
When Xia Fei first killed someone on the plane, Phantom had already realized that though Xia Fei was feeling uneasy and afraid, Xia Fei was very good at controlling himself, and he would never let it affect his thoughts and actions.
Today, Xiao Yu's disappearance once again proved this point. Xia Fei was able to adjust his mentality in the shortest amount of time, patiently stalking these people, patiently waiting, all the way until the most opportune moment to strike. This level of calmness was not something an average person could achieve.
In the blink of an eye, three sentries had already lost their lives to Xia Fei's Chasing Light. Xia Fei nimbly jumped down from the edge of the pit, not making a single sound.
His footsteps were slow and unhurried, but they were very firm.
He first approached Black Eight-fingers. As the leader of this group of people, Black Eight-fingers definitely had something special about him. From his speech and actions, Xia Fei could tell that Black Eight-fingers' special trait was not his intelligence but his martial prowess.
Those with high martial prowess needed to be dealt with first.
Xia Fei arrived behind the jujube tree that the man was leaning against and quietly reached out with his left hand, preparing to use his entire arm to block the man's mouth.
All of a sudden!
Black Eight-fingers mumbled a few random words in his sleep before flipping over and continuing to snore thunderously.
Xia Fei felt a pang of nervousness in his heart, but his arm remained motionless in the air, unaffected by this sudden accident.
Pausing for a moment, Xia Fei's arm lightly pressed against Black Eight-fingers' mouth, his movement slow and firm.
* Shing! *
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