"Did your organization send you to Huaxia to assassinate Tang Yao because of those fifty bags of morphine confiscated by the Celestial Sea police?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No."
Ye Huan frowned. Earlier, he had linked the main business of Scorpion with drugs, instinctively thinking that Scorpion sent someone to assassinate Tang Yao because of the fifty bags of morphine confiscated from Guan Caibang.
"The purpose of assassinating Tang Yao." Ye Huan interrogated.
"There... there’s a patron who offered a five million Mi-dollar bounty through Scorpion’s subsidiary, Golden Scorpion Group, which is the assassin company I’m part of, to have us kill... three people from the Tang Family."
"I saw this task was lucrative, so... I took it first."
The man spoke while enduring the pain.
Ye Huan raised an eyebrow.
Five million Mi-dollars?
Converted to Huaxia Coin, that’s thirty-five million.
Quite a large sum indeed.
Not many people could afford that kind of money.
Ye Huan pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly the words "Capital City’s Big Huang Gang" popped into his mind.
Hadn’t Guan Caibang, who had been opposing the Tang Family recently, been backed by the Capital City’s Big Huang Gang?
And behind the Big Huang Gang was the second-tier Capital City family—the Huang Family!
The Huang Family, with its wealth, could certainly afford that five million Mi-dollars.
Moreover, Ye Huan had long been suspicious.
Guan Caibang’s targeting of the Tang Family, and their harassment in life, was definitely more than just competing for Xiaoxiao’s canteen business.
The Huang Family is in the Capital City, and the Tang Family is in the Celestial Sea; their scales are worlds apart, logically with no intersection.
Why would the Huang Family spend such significant effort and resources to deal with the Tang Family?
No... it’s not confirmed yet.
Ye Huan kicked the man, who was in so much pain he was about to pass out, and pressed, "Who is the patron you mentioned?"
"My name is Jaylon, just a B-level shooter in Golden Scorpion Group, how could I know about the patron’s information? It’s confidential to us."
The man’s face was filled with fear, speaking tremulously, afraid Ye Huan would be dissatisfied with the answer and beat him again.
Ye Huan, however, appeared calm, with no intention of taking action.
Having been immersed in the Western Dark World for years, he naturally knew the rules of this line of work.
B-level is the lowest rank for assassins in the Dark World.
For someone like Jaylon, who is a small fry, there are thousands of them in the Dark World, a dime a dozen, most of whom belong to various assassin companies.
And to prevent assassins from revealing certain things they shouldn’t say in case of a failed mission, assassin companies would keep the patron’s identity confidential when releasing the task.
Assassins only have the right to know the target of the mission and the bounty amount.
But while assassins don’t know who the patron is, the company behind the assassin definitely does.
"Contact your company’s person in charge," Ye Huan commanded.
"B-brother, I’m just a B-level assassin, how am I qualified to contact the person in charge of the company?" Jaylon looked bitter, deeply troubled.
"I believe you’ll figure out a way."
"If you don’t, I don’t mind helping you loosen up some more."
The cold glint in Ye Huan’s eyes made the man shiver fiercely.
After coming to his senses, the man gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, you shouldn’t think too much. I’m just an inconsequential presence in the company. Using me as leverage to threaten our company won’t work. The company d-definitely won’t disclose the patron’s information just because I’m in your hands. Not only won’t they, but the company will also see you as a must-kill target for making threats, then you’ll be in danger."
Just as Jaylon finished speaking...
A loud cracking sound of bone breaking echoed.
Jaylon’s left kneecap shattered upon impact.
Ye Huan withdrew the tip of his foot, impatiently saying, "I have no interest in wasting time with you; you just need to follow my instructions and contact your company’s person in charge."
After a scream, Jaylon was completely bloodless, a strong trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Pleas with kindness are disregarded; it’s simply courting death!
Jaylon, hearing Ye Huan order him to contact the company’s person in charge, instinctively thought Ye Huan intended to use him as leverage to threaten his assassin company into revealing who had placed the bounty on the Tang Family.
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In the Golden Scorpion Group, an assassin company under Scorpion, he was just a low-ranked B-level assassin. Without him, there were thousands more B-level assassins in the Golden Scorpion Group.
So, he was nothing in the Golden Scorpion Group, using him as leverage was doomed to be futile.
Jaylon wanted Ye Huan to just give him a swift end, to end the pain, hence his kind counsel.
After all, behind the Golden Scorpion Group was a top-tier Dark World force—Scorpion.
No matter whether you have useful leverage or not, threatening Golden Scorpion Group would inevitably result in fierce retaliation afterward.
Threatening the Golden Scorpion Group? It’s purely a waste of time, purely courting death!
Jaylon still hoped to end this deplorable state of life soon.
But now with his kneecap fractured, he felt deep pain and resentment.
"Fine, looking to die, aren’t you? I’ll grant you that!"
Jaylon cursed in his mind, after which he reached into his pants pocket with his right hand to pull out a phone, dialing a number: "Heizi, give me the chairman’s number, I have something to discuss."
After speaking, Jaylon hung up the phone.
Afterward, a "ding" sounded as Heizi sent a text message.
The text content was a seven-digit phone number.
As an ordinary assassin, there was no way Jaylon could have the contact information of the assassin company chairman.