Every assassin was sent with two fake molars that were on either side of their upper teeth.
The two molars contained powders that were normally harmless. However, when the two powders were mixed together and then swallowed, they created a poison that would painlessly kill them within a moment's notice.
Since Janean had been caught and the only punishment for a murderer would be death, she decided to take her own life.
She flicked her right molar with her tongue and then her left one. The powders fell from the two teeth and mixed with her saliva to become poison.
Once there was enough saliva, she swallowed and waited for the sweet bliss of death.
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Ning's voice woke her up from her bliss as she realized she was still staring into his fury-filled eyes.
'What? Why am I not dead?' she thought.
"You want to die?" Ning asked as if he could read her thoughts. "I will kill you then."
Fire immediately lit behind her as she felt her green hair burn and the fire quickly try and consume her.
"Answer me, or I will leave you to the soldiers to be tortured," Ning shouted at her.
"I'll answer. I will," she spoke back once she realized there was no running away from this.
Ning waited for her to speak up.
"I… I really don't know where the order came from. I only do as the higher-ups ask me to. If you want to know where the order came from, you will have to ask them," she shouted.
"The higher-ups?" Ning frowned. These were the people that gave up on saving lives and instead started taking them for their monetary benefit. These were scums amongst scum.
"Fine, we'll ask your higher-ups," Ning said and immediately teleported.
The girl looked around in shock as she realized that they had once again changed location. She had thought she was going mad the first time around, but this time she knew that she wasn't. Instead, the man beside her could do things that she hadn't seen before.
Ning grabbed her head and immediately dominated her mind. He didn't want to bother keeping an eye on her.
"Stay here. I will go look for these higher-ups."
"Yes, master," the girl respectfully said and did not move from where she stood.
Ning walked away, as he felt the ground shift beneath him. He was on a boat that was moving in the sea.
"System, give me a map of the ship," he asked and was soon provided with one. He looked through the map and realized where he was.
And he realized where the higher-ups were staying.
A man in his 40s was sleeping in a bed with pearls spread all around him. He could enjoy anything he wanted with all of this treasure, but he wanted strength instead.
While the others indulged themselves in foods, treasures, and the pleasure of the flesh, this man only cared about getting stronger. After all, only when he got truly strong could he claim the organization for his own, and no one would dare claim otherwise.
There was a constant smile on his face as he gathered up the spiritual energy to reach this goal of his.
Just then, he heard a slight bump to his left and turned around. When he did, he saw a young man standing in the room.
"This is the wrong room. If you want to be devoured by that old hag, she's in the room next door," the man said and went back to absorbing the energy.
"No, I'm looking for you," Ning spoke up and walked towards him.
The man turned around. "Why do you need me?" he asked.
"I need you to call an emergency meeting for all the higher-ups right now," Ning said.
"Need? Hah, who do you think yo—"
Ning produced a spear from his storage and stabbed the man through his palm and halfway into the metal frame of the bed. "I don't have time for your nonsense. I will give you one chance. Next time you say something and don't do what I say, this spear will go through your forehead," he said.
The man grunted with pain as Ning pulled back the spear from his palm. Blood spilled all over the pearls to his side, giving a red glow to the area.
The spearhead suddenly appeared next to his throat, nearly piercing through his skin. "Get a move on," Ning ordered.
"Yes, yes!" the man shouted and stood up.
Half-naked, he ran out of the room and ordered someone to quickly bring all the higher-ups to the meeting room.
Ning walked behind the man with his spear. "Good, at least you aren't stupid enough to not listen to my words, unlike that other woman with a massive mole on her chin," he said.
"S-Sarene?" the man asked in fear in his heart.
"I don't know her name. I didn't bother asking before I killed her."
The man's face darkened with fear. Would he have died if he didn't do what he was told to do?
Ning followed the man to the meeting hall with a frown on his face. His mood had noticeably worsened after coming to this ship.
Not only were there assassins that killed for money, but there were also deplorable people all over this ship.
The very first person he went to forcefully make the other higher-ups gather was a woman who was forcing herself on a young man that kept begging her to stop.
Ning had lied when he told this man that she hadn't listened to him. He hadn't spoken in the first place.
The very thing he did when he entered the room was put his spear through the woman's head and free the young man.
After that, there was no way his mood could get any better at all.
The man reached the meeting hall and sat in one of the 13 different seats.
Ning went ahead and sat in one of them as well as he waited for the rest of the 11 people to gather.