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Lantau Island, inside the No. 2 safe house of the Viper Gang.

The pale moonlight outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the marble floor of the living room, casting a layer of silver frost over the murderous room.

"rub--"

A clear, long metallic scraping sound broke the silence.

Bill slowly drew the katana slung behind his back. The blade was long and slender with a perfect curve, gleaming with a cold, bluish light in the moonlight. The unique wavy pattern on the edge of the blade revealed its extraordinary origins.

"This sword was specially forged for me by Hattori Hanzo ten years after he shelved his sword."

Bill held the knife in both hands, the tips slightly lowered, assuming a standard "eye-opening" stance. His gaze became incredibly devout at that moment, as if what he held in his hands was not a weapon, but his very soul.

"It has sliced ​​open countless throats, yet its blade has never dulled. To die by this blade is an honor for a warrior."

Bill looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who had taken off his coat, was wearing a white shirt, and whose cuffs were not even fully rolled up, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Where's your weapon?" Bill asked. "I know you're skilled, but I don't want to kill an unarmed person."

"weapon?"

Tornado slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a faint blue dragon tattoo on his arm. He glanced down at the gleaming floor, then at Bill's sharp, gleaming knife, and shook his head.

"No need," Tornado took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth but didn't light it. "Using weapons would be too noisy. If an artery is severed, blood will spray everywhere, and then I'll have to trouble Chen to clean up the mess. As an elder, I'd feel bad about that."

These words were spoken casually, even with a touch of lazy conversation.

But to Bill, this was the greatest humiliation.

"Arrogant!"

Bill's pupils contracted sharply, his dignity as a top assassin completely ignited.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

"kill!"

A loud shout.

Bill moved.

Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

The floor beneath his feet instantly cracked, and he moved like a black lightning bolt, covering a distance of five meters in an instant. His Hattori Hanzo katana, whistling through the air, unleashed a simple yet deadly "Kesa-giri" (袈裟斩), slashing diagonally towards Tornado's neck.

fast!

This strike was incredibly fast, leaving an afterimage in the air.

Tian Yangyong and Tian Yangzhi, who were watching from the sidelines, narrowed their eyes slightly. This foreigner certainly had the right to be arrogant. If they hadn't used firearms, the two brothers might not have dared to take that blow head-on with their bare hands.

however.

Faced with this deadly strike, Tornado merely shifted his body slightly to the side.

The movements looked slow and deliberate, like an old man taking a stroll in the park after dinner.

But it is this minute change.

"brush--"

The sharp blade grazed the tip of Tornado's nose, severing a piece of ash from the cigarette in his mouth, but without harming a single hair on his body.

"Too slow."

Tornado made a casual comment.

Bill was shocked. With a flick of his wrist, the blade instantly changed direction, transforming a slash into a slice, aiming straight for Tornado's waist and abdomen.

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"

This tactic was extremely insidious and incredibly fast.

But Tornado seemed to have anticipated his trajectory. His footsteps slipped strangely, and he moved like an invisible gust of wind, lightly circling around to Bill's side.

"How is that possible?!"

Bill only felt a blur before his eyes, and then his target disappeared.

Before he could even parry with his sword, a seemingly ordinary fist had already magnified infinitely in his pupils.

That was a tornado's punch.

There are no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions.

Only that one moment of terrifying power, like a storm gathering.

"call--"

The force of the punch was so strong that it produced a sound similar to a dragon's roar.

"Whirlwind Fist!"

boom! ! !

A dull thud, so deep it could stop your heart.

The tornado's powerful punch landed squarely on Bill's chest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Bill's body arched like a shrimp, and the clothes on his back burst open instantly, as if an invisible force had pierced through his body.

There was no blood splattering.

There were no severed limbs flying everywhere.

Tornado withdrew his fist, took a step back, and straightened his somewhat disheveled collar.

"cough……"

Bill's katana clattered to the ground.

He staggered back a few steps, each step leaving a bloody footprint on the ground. His face instantly turned ashen, but a trickle of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from the corner of his mouth.

That was a sign that the internal organs were shattered.

This is the kung fu of a tornado—internal martial arts practiced to its peak, the power of the punch penetrates the body, injuring internally but not externally. And if I say I won't dirty the floor, I won't.

"Excellent... excellent boxing technique..."

Bill leaned against the door frame, his body slowly sliding down.

He did not scream or beg for mercy like an ordinary person.

This king of assassins, who had dominated the field for half his life, maintained his dignity even in his final moments.

With his last ounce of strength, he straightened his collar, picked up the samurai sword from the ground, hugged it to his chest, and then sat down on the steps in front of the villa.

The moonlight shone on his face, making him appear exceptionally peaceful.

"I...lost," Bill said, his voice weak as a candle flickering in the wind, gazing at Victoria Harbour in the distance. "A bet's a bet..."

Tornado walked over, took out a lighter, lit the cigar that Bill had already extinguished, and then put it in his mouth.

"Speak," Tornado squatted down beside him, "Who sent you?"

Bill took a deep drag on his cigarette, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

"London...Standard Chartered Group's Global Chairman...John Stuart...he...he wants Lu Chen to hand over the betting agreement..."

After saying this, Bill's hand fell limply to his side, and the half-smoked cigar fell onto the steps, scattering a few sparks.

A legendary assassin has fallen.

Looking at Bill sitting on the steps as if he were just asleep, Tornado sighed and stood up.

"He's a real man."

He turned to Tian Yangzhi behind him and said, "Tell Chenzi that we've got the name."

……

Five o'clock in the morning.

Kowloon, the headquarters of DOA Security Group, the underground base of the "Drinkhouse".

It was still dark outside, but inside the base, it was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The air was filled with the aroma of cigars, alcohol, and hot pot broth. That's right, the first thing these ruthless characters did upon returning from their killing spree was to have hot pot at the base.

"Boss!"

Everyone stood up when they saw Lu Chen and Tornado walk in.

"Please sit down, please sit down."

Lu Chen smiled and waved, took off his coat, and walked straight to the head seat to sit down. "Thank you all for your hard work tonight."

He looked around.

Xiao Zhuang was elegantly wiping his sniper rifle, with a glass of red wine beside him. Feng Yuxiu and Peng Yixing were discussing whether killing with firearms or cold weapons was more elegant, while Li Fu sat obediently in the corner, watching Ishii Yulian and Gogo, who were tied up and gagged, as if he were watching over two disobedient chicks.

"How was the outcome?" Lu Chen asked.

"All wiped out," Tian Yangsheng reported. "Except for these two survivors, none of the others were left alive."

"Boss, what should we do with these two women?" Li Fu pointed at Ishii Oren.

Lu Chen glanced at the Japanese woman whose eyes still held a fierce look, and smiled: "Let's lock her up for now. This woman is the leader of the Japanese yakuza group 'Crazy 88,' she might be useful later. As for that little madman with the meteor hammer... temper his temper first, we'll talk about him in a couple of days."

【Ding--】

[Key plot character detected: Ishii Oren]

[Checking in at the movie "Kill Bill"]

[Check-in successful.]

[Reward: +1 Free Attribute Point]

【Ding--】

[Key plot character detected: GOGO]

[Checking in at the movie "Kill Bill"]

[Check-in successful.]

[Reward: +1 Free Attribute Point]

Lu Chen chose to add these two points to [Charm] and [Affinity] respectively, and both attributes reached level 9, just one step away from the maximum level.

After finishing his miscellaneous tasks, Lu Chen turned his attention to the tornado.

"Brother Long, has the leader said anything?"

The entire conference room fell silent instantly. Everyone put down their chopsticks and stared at the tornado.

Tornado picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the spicy broth a few times, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly:

"I told you, it's John Stuart, the big boss of Standard Chartered Bank."

"Snapped!"

Lu Chen slammed the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table.

"Heh, it really is him," a chilling killing intent flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. "A nobody like William wouldn't dare to use a multinational assassin. It seems I made them suffer too much, pushing this big shot in London to the edge."

"Boss, should I go to London?" Xiao Zhuang put down his wine glass, his eyes calm. "Give me a photo and an address. Send him on his way within three days."

"I'm going too." Feng Yuxiu licked his lips excitedly. "I've heard there are a lot of boxing masters in London. I want to try out authentic Western boxing and see if it's good enough."

"Killing him is a given," Lu Chen shook his head, a crazy and wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "But just killing him would be too easy on him. And if we don't hurt them properly, even if we kill one, Standard Chartered will just elect a second and a third chairman."

"What we need to do is not only kill people, but also destroy their spirit."

Lu Chen stood up, walked to the huge world map, and pointed his finger across the ocean, firmly fixing it on the point of "London".

"Didn't John want that betting agreement back? Wasn't he upset about losing those billions?"

"Then let's go to his lair." Lu Chen turned around, looking at this room full of top-tier assassins capable of making the world tremble, and threw out a shocking plan. "Gentlemen, anyone interested in taking a trip to London? And while we're at it... maybe commit a robbery?"

"Robbery...Standard Chartered Group?!"

Even someone as lawless as Tian Yangsheng was shocked by Lu Chen's crazy idea.

"That's right! An eye for an eye! Since he dared to send people to cause trouble at my house, then I'll ransack his place! We'll ruin his reputation and let the whole British Isles know what happens when you mess with us!"

"Will you do it or not?!"

After a brief silence.

"I have no problem," Xiao Zhuang said elegantly after finishing his red wine. "I haven't been to Japan yet, in fact."

"We'll follow the boss's orders!" the Tian Yangsheng brothers roared in unison.

"I happen to have some ideas for modifying guns, and I hope this operation will be well-rewarded," Peng Yixing shrugged.

Looking at this group of "villains" whose fighting spirit was boiling, Lu Chen raised his glass.

"Very good, I'll give you three days to prepare. After three days, we'll split into two groups."

"I'm leading the team, and our destination is London!"

"The code name for this operation is Sunset."