In front of the bar, Ma Dong was wiping the glasses one after another. He looked like he was in his forties. His face was distorted and covered with scary scars, as if he had been disfigured by sulfuric acid. No one was willing to take a second look at his face.
His current name was Ugly Boss, and he was the bartender and owner of this Scream Bar.
In front of him, a few bounty hunters were discussing the prey on the wanted list and exchanging information. From time to time, they would roar and laugh as if they were dreaming of getting rich. Ma Dong, who was at the top of the bounty list, was naturally the best prey in their eyes. He was weak, and they didn't care if he was dead or alive!
"I heard this guy escaped to the Empire."
"What a pity for such a fat prey!"
"We can't rule out the possibility that this news is a smokescreen. I heard that the remnants of Assassin have resurrected. Not long ago, they did a big thing in Bierlia, and the Brooks Family suffered heavy losses."
"Heavy losses? Hehe! "
A bounty hunter sneered. The others looked at him, and after someone offered him a glass of tequila, he said slowly, "I just came back from Bierlia. This time, the Brooks Family was almost uprooted by the remnants of Assassin."
"What happened? How is that possible? "
Assassin and the Brooks Family were two big assassin families with similar strength. In the past few years, they had been competing in the field of assassins. After the fall of Assassin, the Brooks Family was the most glorious, and they were the ones who hunted down the remnants of Assassin the most. No matter what, the Brooks Family, which was on the rise, couldn't be hurt by Assassin, who was struggling at death's door, right?
"Assassin is Assassin after all. Tumo is dead, and now there's a Death Loli. All these years, didn't the Brooks Family always say that they looked down on Assassin's traditional sects for not being exciting enough? This time, they were greatly stimulated. The younger generation of the Brooks Family was almost wiped out. Without twenty years of recuperation, the Brooks Family won't be able to recover. "
"Impossible, the Brooks Family is also an assassin family. They must have prepared for this kind of thing. It's possible that the ones who died were those who were in the open …"
"It's a pity that they met the Death Loli. No one has seen her Dharma Idol. I only heard that those who were targeted by her died in their dreams."
"Death Loli … could it be Emily?"
"Who knows? In any case, I think a cornered dog will jump over a wall. Some clans' table manners are too ugly."
"Ugly Boss, give me another shot of tequila."
"Or on credit? You already owe me 1590 credits. "Ma Dong remained unmoved as he continued to wipe his wine glass.
"Hi! We've been friends for so many years, talking about money hurts our relationship! "
The ugly boss had a good relationship with most of the bounty hunters who came here. He was also the person who issued the wanted posters for the underworld in the nearby streets.
All of this had been orchestrated by the Assassin family.
No one cared if an ugly person was uglier or if he had an extra scar. This was the best identity mask. Anyone could easily replace his identity. No one knew that the ugly boss, who had lived in Martial Imperial City for more than ten years, had already changed four times.
Ma Dong did not seek refuge in the Empire. If he could think of it, those who wanted to kill him would definitely think of it too. The most important thing was that he wanted revenge, so he had to stay in the Federation.
At three o 'clock in the morning, after chasing the last drunkard out of the bar, Ma Dong locked the door of the bar, went to the wine cellar, opened the wine rack, and passed through the oldest mechanism. It was an underground staircase that led downwards. He took a lamp from the side and kept going down. The air was getting more and more humid and cold. The moldy smell accompanied by the sound of rats always made one's heart beat faster.
The sound of flowing water gradually sounded. When he stepped down the last staircase, it was an old sewer.
Beside the damp sewer was a narrow and slippery path. On the walls, there were still traces of the old civilization, broken light bulbs, and blurred signs …
This was the relic of the old civilization, just below Martial Imperial City. It used to be a sewer, but now it had become an underground river. The water of the underground river brought air, but no one knew where it came from or where it flowed to.
This was the biggest secret of the Assassin family in Martial Imperial City. They did not hesitate to guard this place for dozens of years.
After passing through the long path, Ma Dong felt a protrusion on the wall. He gently turned it twice, then pressed down hard. The wall slowly opened with the rumbling sound of the mechanism.
Bright light leaked out. Inside was a large, dry, and white space. It was the last secret base of the Assassin family.
"Young master! You're here. "
A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties saw the disfigured mask Ma Dong was wearing. He loosened his grip on his spear and came forward.
"Uncle Ming, do you have any news of Emily?"
Asked Ma Dong. He had long since contacted Emily. However, Emily had walked on a path of her own, the path of an assassin. Perhaps, her fate was predetermined. Emily had always wanted to break free from it, yet she had accepted it in the end. Furthermore, she had fallen into darkness.
The middle-aged man was the third "ugly boss". Only the most loyal and direct descendant of the Assassin family had the right to be ugly.
Uncle Ming shook his head without any expression. "Young master, that person called Gong Yi left a message for you on the dark web."
Ma Dong looked at the message that Uncle Ming opened. The content of the message was very simple. Wang Zhong had successfully cast his Heroic Soul and had now entered the legendary Dimensional Holy Land. Behind the message was a communication channel number.
Gong Yi was a force from the Empire that Wang Zhong had left behind. Ma Dong already knew the specific situation. Furthermore, Gong Yi knew that Wang Zhong had left a secret message with his past, so there was no problem with his credibility. It was just that in the current situation, both Gong Yi and Ma Dong were in a period of suffering, so it was not easy for them to contact each other frequently.
Endure. This was what Ma Dong had learned from blood.
Ma Dong frowned and pondered for a moment. Then, he shook his head. "Let's wait and see."
Regarding the Holy Land, he had already understood some things after the disaster. If Wang Zhong entered the Holy Land, then it would be difficult for these things on Earth to affect Wang Zhong no matter what.
Wang Zhong should be safe now. However, this was only relative safety. The Holy Land was not a sanatorium, nor was it a refuge. The situation that Wang Zhong faced was not any easier than on Earth.
Of course, regarding this, Ma Dong was still relatively assured of Wang Zhong. That kid was simply a monster who became stronger when he met strong opponents. It was best for those people in the Holy Land not to provoke him. He believed that after experiencing those things after the CHF, Wang Zhong would no longer be the Wang Zhong of the past.
Murphy had a lot of businesses in the Holy City, and he was a person who had very strict requirements for quality. At the end of every month, he would go to the various alchemy workshops he had opened to inspect the operation of the workshops and so on. Frankly speaking, he originally disdained making such low-end soul tools as it was a little insulting to the name of a Master. However, as a Master, if he wanted to advance to the Grandmaster Realm, the resources and various unimaginable materials he needed were all sky-high. Sometimes, he even needed several Heavenly Souls to work at the same time. This was not something that could be achieved by relying on favors and forging equipment for others. Needless to say, Leo was smart and had helped him solve a big problem.
Leo's talent was limited, but he was still loyal to Murphy. Murphy also needed such a person to help him manage his businesses. Tonight, he could focus more on his own alchemy and pursue the extreme of alchemy. He always believed that the other side of the gods was not only achievable in terms of power, but also in other realms.
Of course, Leo and the others needed to be spurred on. Otherwise, people's laziness would eventually cause them to ruin their reputation. Therefore, Murphy always had a serious image when it came to his disciples.
"Work is the meaning of life. Since this is the case, you must do your best at all times! If you don't challenge yourself, you will regress. You must always challenge and not be afraid of failure! This is not only reflected in alchemy, but also in every piece of work that flows out of our Murphy Alchemy Workshop! " Murphy said. The disciples were still quite devout. One had to know that Murphy was a big tree. As long as he had this name, it would be like a protective talisman. Among the disciples, Leo would always have the most proper attitude, the most sincere expression, and the most serious listening. This was one of the main reasons why Murphy trusted him and let him manage this branch.
The group of people lectured as they walked, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious until they reached the outside of the "D9" alchemy room.
Probably because the lecture was almost over, the inspection was coming to an end. It just so happened that the alchemy room was flipping through the "free" sign, so Murphy casually pushed it open and prepared to go in to take a look.
But the moment the door was pushed open, the scene that greeted Leo, who was beside him, stunned him.
It was supposed to be a neat alchemy room, but at this time, it looked quite messy. The used thunder hammers were not placed where they should be, and the fire in the furnace was not completely extinguished. Although the user had closed the furnace, he had forgotten to close the vent. It could be seen that this furnace had just been used. Because of the vent, the flames inside had not been completely extinguished. This was an oversight that could cause an accident. It was not a big deal, but it was definitely not a small one either.
But this was not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing was the rubbish on the ground!
There were scattered glazed crystals everywhere on the ground. Some of them had been smashed, and the glazed crystal dregs were splashed all over the ground.
This …
Leo's vision darkened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He quickly glanced at the room number. It was a rather familiar "D9". Why was it so familiar? Damn it, why was it so familiar?! Wasn't this the room that had just been rented to that silly young man, and he had even taken the extra money?!
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