Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 129 What is a human? A towering, earth-shaking beast.

Looking at Aunt Yu, whose face showed signs of fatigue, Chen Feng sighed softly, "Aunt Yu, you've really gone to a lot of trouble these past few days."

During this period, the overseas Tang Clan had only been established for a short time and was very busy. Since outsiders could not be trusted, most of the tasks fell to the members of the Tang Clan.

Besides carrying out missions, he also had to manage a host of trivial matters within the organization, which naturally took a lot of effort.

Even though the physical abilities of superhumans are far superior to those of ordinary people, they still cannot withstand such abuse.

With a hint of curiosity, Chen Feng decided to meet this person. Since he had already spoken up, given a price, and the others had gathered the funds, it was worth a try.

He reached out and took the mask from the side, put it on, walked out of the room, and came to a secret room with Aunt Yu. Pushing open the door, he saw a blond man with a bookish look in a suit sitting there, followed by four burly men carrying large sacks.

Well, this scene is indeed a bit strange.

Aunt Yu nodded to the man in the suit and gestured to Chen Feng beside her: "Guest, this is our leader. This mission is quite special, so we've entrusted him with full responsibility."

The blond man in the suit nodded, stood up, and waved.

Upon receiving the order, the four burly men beside him did not hesitate and poured the sacks down their sides.

Wow! ! !

Countless banknotes emerged from the sacks, piling up into four small mountains nearly a meter high.

The room, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became cramped after this, filled with banknotes.

I remember searching for it out of curiosity in my past life. A neatly stacked pile of 100 million banknotes would take up about one cubic meter, which is 1.55 × 0.77 × 1.

Now, with so many dollars in front of us, it should be around two hundred million.

The US dollar is truly valuable in this day and age, even more valuable than gold.

Once this deal is completed, the Tang Clan might not need to carry out any missions for several years.

After doing all this, the man in the suit spread his hands and said in fluent English, "Alright, here is two hundred million US dollars, which is two-thirds of the price for hiring you for this mission. The rest will be paid after the mission is completed, according to the rules."

"We are so sincere, what does the chief think?"

The organization's current rule is to pay two-thirds of the mercenary fee upfront, and then pay the remaining one-third after the assassination mission is completed.

If the task is too difficult or an unexpected event occurs that prevents anyone in the Tang Clan from completing it, the fee will be fully refunded, usually within three months.

For so long, the Tang Clan has never failed in any assassination mission they have taken on. After all, they have Chen Feng, a player with incredible combat power, who will personally take action if the mission is critical and no one else can complete it.

With their formidable strength and perfect mission completion rate, the Tang Clan rose to prominence rapidly, gaining widespread fame in the underworld.

In this world, with Chen Feng's strength, he can kill whoever he wants; there is no such thing as being able or unable, only wanting or not wanting.

Looking at the large amount of US dollars, Chen Feng chuckled, gave the blond man a deep look, and nodded: "Alright, I'll take this assassination mission. I'll give you the results in three months."

Those who can afford this amount of money during this period must undoubtedly be powerful figures behind them, but that has little to do with me personally.

The emperor of the island nation killed him without any remorse.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the blond man in the suit did not hesitate any longer and left with the four burly men behind him.

They summoned the people inside and carefully processed the money, storing it in the treasury for use in emergencies.

He then instructed someone to book plane tickets, and set off the next day.

Meanwhile, the man in the suit who had left the manor got into his car, which slowly started moving and drove off into the distance.

Inside the car, an elderly man with a cane asked the man in the suit, "How did it go? Did they accept the mission?"

The man in the suit nodded and said respectfully, "Teacher, the other party accepted the money without hesitation after seeing it. There will be results within three months. With the reputation of this organization, the success rate of the mission is 100%, and there will be almost no accidents."

"Even with Lord Seimei's protection this time, the Emperor will likely still die. It was all for nothing that we spent so much money collecting all that cash..."

Surprisingly, the two were speaking in Japanese.

…………

April, island nation, capital airport.

Chen Feng, dressed in a white shirt and gray pants, walked out with a shoulder bag slung over his shoulder and a lazy expression.

At this moment, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the pink cherry trees cover the entire city, creating a rare and beautiful sight.

I looked up and gazed toward the very center of the city, where a tall, majestic, golden building stood—the residence of the island nation's emperor.

The mission information was already imprinted in his mind, Emperor Yamakawa Honda.

The emperors of island nations do not have specific surnames. They are regarded as descendants of Amaterasu Omikami and have divine symbolism. Therefore, they are traditionally not given surnames or registered households. Members of the royal family are addressed by their "palace title (honorary title) + name".

Thanks to the shared memories of several Chen Fengs, Chen Feng had no difficulty communicating at all; in fact, when combined, his Japanese was even more fluent than that of the locals.

Glancing at the time, Chen Feng didn't seem too anxious. It was only the third day after accepting the mission, and there was still plenty of time to complete it.

I'm treating this as a tourist trip. I'm busy with cultivation all day and rarely have the chance to go out and explore. This is a good opportunity to take a stroll around.

After leaving the airport, I hailed a taxi and headed to the city center. I found a very famous shop, but when I arrived, there was already a long queue.

With plenty of time to spare, Chen Feng joined the queue.

According to intelligence, the Emperor will hold a large-scale ritual ceremony tomorrow morning, which will be the perfect opportunity to take action yourself.

Despite his extraordinary strength, Chen Feng still adhered to the principles of Tang Clan assassins and did not act recklessly or arbitrarily because of his power.

That kind of person is someone who is controlled by power.

One reason is that Taoist culture flourished and emphasized the cultivation of both body and mind, which is precisely to avoid that kind of situation.

Those who only cultivate their physical form but not their inner nature are ultimately just beasts controlled by power.

There is a very interesting scene in the comic where Zhang Chulan teaches a monkey named Zhang Huaiyi in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley.

What is a human? Just a strange beast that stands tall and upright. Standing tall and upright does not mean having great strength as it seems on the surface, but rather, as Taoism says, a cultivator should have firm beliefs, act according to their heart, and follow their will.

With this thought in mind, Chen Feng had to admit that sometimes the strength of one's will is more important than the strength of one's physical body.

The gathering of three flowers at the top is an illusion, and treading on clouds is not real either.

What is a human being? Twenty-four joints, with the Baihui point reaching the sky and the Yongquan point standing firmly on the ground.

What is sincerity? It is accepting limitations, not deceiving others outwardly, and not deceiving one's own conscience inwardly.

Even though he possessed strength far surpassing that of this world, he had to admit that in terms of temperament, he was ultimately no match for those seekers of the Dao who had cultivated for many years.

Now that I've truly calmed down, I realize that power is ultimately just something that serves the mind; what the mind thinks requires power to do.

Just as Chen Feng was deep in thought, a light and gentle voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Hello, please move forward a little." (in Japanese)

Coming to his senses, Chen Feng realized there was already a large empty seat in front of him. He quickly took a few steps forward and nodded apologetically to a young woman in a blue kimono behind him.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something and my mind wandered a little."

The woman behind him had long black hair that reached her waist, a fair and delicate face, and a gentle aura emanated from her.

Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, the woman in the kimono was somewhat surprised, and a kind smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be from Japan. But why is your Japanese so fluent? It's as if you've been speaking it for a long time, even more so than the locals."

“If we disregard your appearance and put the two of us together, you probably look more like a local than I do.”

Chen Feng was a little curious that the other party recognized his foreign identity. Although he had no good feelings towards this country, he was just like that and wouldn't bother with a girl.

With nothing else to do, they started chatting, and Chen Feng responded with a smile and a nod.

"Well, for some special reasons, I've become quite fluent in the island language, cough cough."

Nonsense, with Chen Feng's memories from several worlds overlapping, it would be strange if he wasn't proficient.

Ultraman Chen Feng, One-Punch Man Chen Feng, Uchiha Chen Feng, Marine Chen Feng, Giant Chen Feng...

With so many memories piled up together, one can become extremely proficient.

Before Chen Feng could think further, the woman behind him asked curiously again, "Oh, are you here for tourism? Why did you bring so little stuff?"

The backpack behind Chen Feng was very flat, and it was obvious that it didn't contain much.

In response to the woman's question, Chen Feng shook his head and explained, "No, I'm just here to take care of something. I'll be going back tomorrow afternoon, it won't take long."

After chatting for a while, it was time for him to get his food. After buying the food from the shop, Chen Feng waved goodbye and left.

Watching Chen Feng leave, the woman in the kimono waved back, smiling and softly wishing him well: "Alright, I wish you all the best."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but smile. Sigh, if the other party knew that what he was talking about was assassinating their emperor, he wondered what their expression would be.

I took out the three-colored dumplings from the bag in my hand, took a bite, and an extreme sweetness filled my mouth. Although it tasted better than the ones in the store, it still couldn't compare to the taste of the Naruto world.

Arriving at the pre-booked hotel, Chen Feng stepped inside and stood by the window, where he could enjoy a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery. He did nothing more but instead focused on concentrating his mind and restoring his energy to his peak condition.

The Tang Clan's assassination principle dictates that no matter the level of the mission or target, one must go all out and never underestimate the task.

Before we knew it, the night had passed quietly.

Chen Feng opened his eyes again, a glint of light flashing in them. He looked at the sun that had just appeared on the horizon, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the Qi within his body. His double-handed technique came into play, and red hands appeared, gently waving towards him.

Instantly, his appearance changed completely, transforming him into an ordinary-looking man with nothing unusual about him. He then changed his clothes, donned a black trench coat, and gradually disappeared from sight.

Aside from the extraordinary skills, the Tang Clan's most practiced technique is the Illusionary Body Barrier, because, to be honest, it's incredibly useful.

Ahem, another reason is that this technique is also very sophisticated; once activated, it simply disappears.

…………

Meanwhile, in a luxurious manor in the city center.

Emperor Yamakawa Honda is currently changing into his ritual attire. Today is the island nation's once-every-ten-year ritual ceremony, and as the Emperor, he naturally has to make an appearance.

Beside him, a middle-aged man dressed in samurai attire, wielding a dark blue longsword, hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:
"Your Majesty, according to the intelligence we have received, there may be an assassination attempt against you recently. They are very likely to make their move during the sacrificial ceremony. Perhaps you should stay out of the public eye."

The speaker was none other than Yamada Ichiro, the strongest swordsman in the island nation's world of supernatural beings, and also the current emperor's bodyguard.

Upon hearing Yamada Ichiro's words, Emperor Yamakawa Honda chuckled and shook his head.

"Yamada-kun, you're being too cautious. Haven't there been countless assassination attempts against me? Over the past ten years, I've survived countless assassination attempts, but they were all easily thwarted, and not a single person has even been able to see my face."

"I also have intelligence on that organization you mentioned. It seems to have been developed by some people from a sect on the mainland, called something like the Tang Clan. I heard they have a 100% success rate on their missions. Heh, don't worry, even if they have supernatural beings involved, they'll be no match for them. Don't you agree, Lord Qingming?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a young man dressed in reddish-brown yin-yang attire appeared out of thin air in the space, a smile on his face.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, with my abilities, no one can get within a thousand meters of you. I've killed quite a few extraordinary individuals on the continent, but they're nothing special. Even the renowned leader of the Three Demon Sect was killed by me, wasn't he?"

“I can assure you that if any assassination organization from that continent sends people, no matter how many come, I will personally kill them.”

Seimei, the current representative figure of the Yin-Yang School and the head of the Yin-Yang School, possesses extraordinary abilities and is hailed as the most powerful Yin-Yang School member in hundreds of years. He is also the strongest person in the world of supernatural beings in Japan today.

Regarding the Tang Clan assassination organization abroad, some information had already been leaked, and many people knew that its founder was a member of a sect called Tang Clan in the world of supernatural beings on the mainland.

Emperor Yamakawa Honda laughed heartily, his face full of satisfaction. He nodded and spoke with great gusto.

"Alright, see? Yamada-kun, don't worry. With the two of you here, who can kill me? Don't worry."

"Besides, this is the tenth anniversary of the sacrificial ceremony. How can we give up because of some insignificant extraordinary person? Wouldn't that make people look down on me?"

Then, seeing that it was almost time, Yamakawa Honda did not delay any longer and, under the heavy protection of those around him, got into the car and headed to the sacrificial site.

(End of this chapter)