Those who reincarnate must die.

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At the same time Zhang Lang issued the mission, all the wanted criminals in the Shen Clan Altar who were less than thirty-six worlds received the mission information.

"Hmm?" In a luxurious villa somewhere in Western Union, a blond man with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair stared at the ring on his hand, lost in thought.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the man saw his butler and servants already waiting at the door, their clothes prepared. He instructed, "The afternoon meeting is canceled. Something came up. Book me a flight to Amekham as soon as possible!"

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In a gang hideout in the land of exile, three men who were organizing their weapons suddenly looked at each other and then pulled out their badges.

Should I answer or not?

"The one with the mohawk at the head asked."

"Let's ask old William first." The bald man next to him took out his phone and dialed a number.

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On a grassland in South America, a group of hunters are lying in ambush, watching a huge beast in the distance.

"Keep quiet, wait until we're at a safe distance before firing..."

Just as the leader gestured, a gunshot rang out, and the beast shuddered.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you not to shoot yet? This thing is tough and thick-skinned, and it's too far away; one shot won't kill it..."

The leader was about to roar when he saw the giant beast tremble a few times, then collapse and never move again...

"This is..." The hunters were puzzled when they saw the youngest member of the group pick up his gun and walk up to the leader: "You guys take it back to camp. I have something to do and I'll be going first."

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"What's going on?" In a cramped rented room in a city in ASEAN, a shirtless, lean man smoking sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone, his eyes wide open despite the stinging smoke.

"A mission only for wanted criminals? All the wanted criminals are going to take down the biggest wanted criminal?"

The man's eyes darted around.

"What's wrong, darling?" A languid voice came from the bed behind him, and two white, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around his waist.

"What are you muttering about?"

The man patted his arm around his waist: "I'm going out for a bit. Make yourself something to eat."

"Get out?" The woman in the blankets lifted her head, her brows furrowed with suspicion. "Go where? Not to see that vixen again, are you? We just got together, and now you're going to go see her? Don't you have any conscience?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm on business!" The man tried to get up, but found that the woman's arm was gripping him even tighter.

"I won't let you go!" The woman clung tightly to the man. "Today you're mine, and no one can take you away!"

"Let go!" The man was clearly impatient, grabbing the woman's arm: "One..."

"You can't scare me. You're not leaving this room today!"

"two……"

"Don't leave!"

"three!"

With that third sound, the man suddenly increased the pressure with his fingers, and with a crack, the woman's joint dislocated, her arm twisted, and she could no longer hold onto the man.

"Ahhhhh!"

The woman let out a scream and rolled around on the bed clutching her severed arm.

The man didn't even glance at her, quickly dressed, and as he left, he reached into his pocket, pulled out an exquisite designer lipstick, and tossed it onto the bed: "Birthday present."

"Liao Erlong! Get out of here! Don't you dare let me see you again!" The woman grabbed the lipstick with her good hand and threw it, but it only hit the closed door.

Liao Erlong walked out of the rented room, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Third Brother, have you seen the latest mission?"

"Nonsense!" a hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. "Sister Hongyan just contacted me. Come over here now, we're going to a meeting!"

"Okay!" Liao Erlong hailed a taxi, arrived at an apartment building, went up to the third floor, and entered the innermost room.

The door wasn't locked, and once inside, there were already three people.

"You're the last one, why are you taking so long?" The speaker was a man in his thirties with some hair loss; judging from his voice, it was the same Third Brother from the phone call.

"There's a bit of traffic on the road..." Liao Erlong chuckled awkwardly, then consciously stood opposite his third brother, with the other two standing on either side, the four of them forming a circle facing each other.

"Is everything ready?" Third Brother checked and, seeing that the three of them nodded, he put his hands together and began chanting a spell.

A peculiar magical fluctuation spread out, and a moment later, accompanied by a bright light, the four of them disappeared.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a dimly lit room with the door locked. They could hear the clattering of mahjong tiles coming from outside.

Third Brother opened the door, and outside was a spacious hall of a card and chess room. There were more than twenty tables set up inside and outside, most of which were occupied. A woman in her mid-thirties with curly hair and a charming demeanor stood in front of the counter, busy collecting money and greeting new customers.

"Sister Hongyan?" Third Brother went up to greet her. The woman glanced at him, handed her work to the laborer, lit a cigarette, and followed him into the inner room.

"You're pretty quick," Sister Hongyan said, looking at them. "The others don't have teleportation abilities, so they won't arrive until tonight."

"Speaking of Sister Hongyan..." said a tall, thin man with tattoos on his arms, "You're the captain, shouldn't you just call us and tell us whether to answer or not? Why did you have to summon us all this way?"

"You think it's too far with my teleportation?" Third Brother glared at him irritably, but Hongyan waved her hand and said to the tattooed man, "You haven't done many missions, you're still too green. To the altar, all wanted criminals are harmful. From the moment we put the bounty on our backs, we've become different from ordinary reincarnators."

"So, it's not just the reincarnators eyeing the bounty; even the altar itself wants to eliminate us. Now there's a mission targeting wanted criminals. Aren't you scared? This is a big deal; you can't explain things over the phone. Of course, we need to discuss it face-to-face!"

Upon hearing this, the tattooed man panicked slightly: "If I had known, I would have..."

"Not carrying the bounty anymore?" Sister Hongyan sneered. "Without resorting to extreme measures, if you just honestly completed the tasks, would you be earning points this quickly? Without the abilities given by the altar, would your little girlfriend still love you so much?"

Upon mentioning his girlfriend, the tattooed man's face immediately paled: "I understand, Sister Hongyan..."

"And you too!" Sister Hongyan turned to the others: "From now on, be careful when mentioning the altar in real life. Try not to use phone calls or text messages, and if you must, be subtle about it. The abilities of reincarnators are incredibly diverse, and if our chat logs are intercepted, it could cause unnecessary trouble!"

The group nodded in agreement.