The Hunter's Path: Starting as a constable, ascend to the Old Ones.

Chapter 117 The easiest way to win is to bribe the referee.

What's the easiest way to win a game?

Of course, it's about bribing the referee!

Although the Revenge Fund was established by Ichiro Iemoto, the actual person in charge of its operation is manager Martin.

If Martin were to manipulate things, it would be easy to siphon off that $100 million.

Fund managers emptying out funds is nothing new worldwide.

A very simple principle: whoever has the money has the final say.

Now that Ichiro Iemoto is dead, the Revenge Fund has been activated, and Martin is in full charge of its operation. It would be incredibly easy for him to cause trouble.

Of course, the Iemoto Group is still around, and Iemoto Ichiro's grandson, Tsukamoto Eiji, is also keeping a close eye on this one hundred million dollars, making it almost impossible for Martin to find loopholes to siphon off the money. He can only operate the fund in a proper manner according to the procedures, and then try to find a way to get a share of it.

"That Japanese bastard Eiji Tsukamoto is so stingy. He won't even share such a large sum of money with me."

Martin sat in his chair, cursing. He had just gone to negotiate with Eiji Tsukamoto, hoping that Eiji would give him a considerable "brokerage fee" after successfully avenging himself and obtaining one hundred million dollars. However, Eiji Tsukamoto flatly refused, saying that unless he could demonstrate performance of corresponding value, he would not receive any money.

"Look at my worth—humph, if you're not willing to give it to me, I'll find someone else."

His eyes darted around as he pondered how to get the "brokerage fee" from someone else.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just then, a deep, strange sound suddenly rang out in the room, startling him so much that he jumped up and looked around.

Then his pupils contracted, and he stared in horror at the masked man who had suddenly appeared in the room, blurting out, "Who are you?"

"Weren't you looking for me?"

Lu Ming was wearing the protective suit he wore when he infiltrated the Iemoto Group to assassinate Iemoto Ichiro. The helmet, which resembled a gas mask, concealed his appearance. He held an AK47 in his hand and pointed it directly at Martin.

"You're a Seraph!?"

Martin's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp tingled. "Great hero, I'm just a manager. The matter of hunting you down has nothing to do with me. Even if you kill me, you can't stop the Revenge Fund from activating."

"So, does that mean you're useless?"

Lu Ming spoke in a strange voice, uttering words that sent chills down Martin's spine. In his value system, being useless meant being killed.

"No, no, no, sir, I have a great use for you. I control the entire revenge fund, and I'm in contact with all the assassin brokers. I can tell you the locations of their assassins—"

Martin panicked, fearing that one wrong move would send him flying into a hornet's nest and to his employer's grave.

He was unwilling to die alongside that old Japanese devil.

"What's the point of telling me the locations of these assassins? Even if I wiped out this whole group, for a hundred million dollars, more assassins will keep pouring in from all over the world—do you think I can kill them all?"

Lu Ming's strange voice was calm and still, as if stating a fact: "As long as the Revenge Fund doesn't stop, I will be hunted down by assassins all over the world forever. Tell me, how can I escape this inevitable fate?"

"Well—if we just stop the revenge fund—we can find a scapegoat. Once we get rid of the scapegoat, I can prove that the scapegoat is the murderer who killed Tsukamoto Ichiro. That way, you'll be safe and sound."

Martin's mind raced, and he immediately came up with the idea of ​​a scapegoat.

"You are indeed smart, but now there's a small problem. I also have my eye on this hundred million dollars." Lu Ming stared at Martin through the goggles on his protective helmet and said slowly, "I want the money, but I don't want to give up my life. So, how can I get this large sum of money while staying alive?"

Martin paused for a moment upon hearing this, then gave Lu Ming a strange look. It seemed that Lu Ming had his eye on their $100 million fund.

Thinking of this, most of his fear subsided. As soon as money was mentioned, he immediately perked up and said excitedly, "So you wanted this hundred million dollars? You should have said so earlier. We can cooperate. You take care of eliminating the scapegoat, and I'll take care of proving it to you. But I want 20% afterwards."

Lu Ming sized up Martin, pointed his AK47 at him, and a deep voice came from inside his helmet, "You dare talk to me about money at a time like this? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid of being poor."

When Martin confirmed that Lu Ming had his eye on the $100 million, he breathed a sigh of relief. This meant that Lu Ming had some value, and even if he wasn't killed for no reason, he wouldn't be killed without cause.

"Ha, I can agree to that, but how can you guarantee that the Iemoto Group and Eiji Iemoto will accept your testimony? If they investigate later, the truth will come out, and aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

Lu Ming, like a devil, coaxed and guided the conversation toward Eiji Iemoto.

Martin glanced at Lu Ming thoughtfully. He already understood Lu Ming's meaning: this was to resolve the matter once and for all.

In other words, we need to eliminate all unstable factors.

For example, the neurotic Eiji Iemoto.

Martin, having guessed Lu Ming's thoughts, felt reassured and said with a smile, "You're right, that's something we should definitely consider." He paused, then tentatively asked, "Do you think—could I make Tsukamoto Eiji the scapegoat?"

"Eiji Tsukamoto is Ichiro Tsukamoto's grandson. What reason would he have to kill his own grandfather?"

"Eiji Iemoto wanted to inherit the family business, so he hired someone to kill his grandfather, then orchestrated a revenge plot to help himself succeed in taking over. It's only natural for wealthy families to fight to the death over inheritance, right?"

Under Lu Ming's guidance, Martin slowly weaves a grand drama of a wealthy family fighting for inheritance.

He had just finished recounting his fabricated story when he suddenly froze. Wasn't this the script in which the "Seraph" in front of him murdered Iemoto Ichiro and was now directing and acting out his own scheme to kill Iemoto Eiji, the scapegoat?

It's just that the actor's role has changed.

Lu Ming said quietly, "Won't the other members of the Tsukamoto family pursue this matter?"

"My lord, you are unaware of the truth. Tsukamoto Eiji and his father have fallen out. Tsukamoto Eiji wants to seize power, and his father would love for that brat to die out there. He only has one son; he doesn't need any more."

Martin dropped a bombshell.

It turns out that Tsukamoto Eiji really intended to seize power. This Japanese guy was an admirer of his grandfather, Tsukamoto Ichiro, and always looked down on his cowardly father. So when Ichiro died suddenly and the power of the Iemoto Group fell into his father's hands, he always plotted to seize power from his father.

For this reason, Martin's fabricated story is easily believable.

"You told a good story, so let's act it out according to this script!"

Lu Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Leave the task of taking down Tsukamoto Eiji to us, and the cleanup is your responsibility. Any questions?"

He specifically emphasized "us," clearly indicating that Martin has a team behind him, and telling Martin not to do anything underhanded.

"Leave it to me, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Martin was full of confidence, "When we get the money, I'll help you open a Swiss bank account and deposit the money into it—"

As he was talking, he looked over again and found that Lu Ming, who had just been standing there, had disappeared without a trace.

"Am I seeing a ghost?"

Martin turned pale, finally understanding how Ichiro Iemoto could have been assassinated despite being heavily guarded.

With such unpredictable and elusive abilities, who can stop them?

However, he also admired the assassins from the bottom of his heart; they were masters at playing both sides!