Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

As the owner of the mansion, he apologized to the wealthy businessmen he had partnered with, and agreed to talk again another day. He also instructed his servants to prepare wine and food to reward Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing.

The long night can feel both fast and slow.

Su Huo didn't sleep all night, hiding in his study smoking, pacing back and forth, weighing the pros and cons, sighing repeatedly in worry.

Even without Xia Liuqing and Jin Feng's arrival, he had considered revenge, but his instinct to cherish his life suppressed it.

However, he is now in a dilemma: helping might put him at risk, while not helping leaves him resentful and frustrated...

As dawn broke, Su Huo finally decided to get involved in this mess, but he couldn't help cursing and venting his displeasure:

"Damn it, you unlucky thing, you won't stop even after you're dead. Consider it a debt I owe you, I'm paying you back with interest."

"Old Liu?" he called out towards the outside.

"Yes, boss, what are your orders?" The butler pushed open the door and entered.

Su Huo stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, his eyes dark and menacing.

“Gather some people, go to the bank, and withdraw 30%... never mind, withdraw half of the gold.”

"While you're at it, go next door and wake those two up."

"clear."

The butler cupped his hands in greeting and then went to make the arrangements.

A short while later, Xia Liuqing and Jin Feng gathered in the study, and in front of them, Su Huo stated his position:

“I’ll take this job, Brother Xia. You’d better protect me.”

"Okay, you're loyal enough. As long as I'm alive, I'll never let any outsider hurt you." Xia Liuqing patted her chest and promised.

With Su Huo joining them, the two, who were otherwise weak, instantly gained confidence, and Jin Feng thanked him solemnly.

Two hours later, the villa's gate opened again, and box after box of heavy gold was carried in by the escort agency's men.

The镖师 (bodyguards/couriers) responsible for transporting the gold were all physically strong and carried firearms.

Xia Liuqing, who had been waiting for a long time, narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully counted the boxes, and was shocked to find that there were actually twenty boxes:

"You old bastard, you've brought out your entire fortune? You've been doing quite well these past few years...."

"Hmph! Tong Dan'er, you're underestimating your Grandpa Su, aren't you?"

Su Huo laughed loudly and said smugly, "This is only a part of it. Spend it all, and take more when you're done. Money makes the world go round. I don't believe that a mere poor Sanyi Gate can outlast me!"

"So many...enough to hire a bunch of lunatics."

Jin Feng's gaze swept over box after box of gold, and she began to consider when to set off to negotiate.

Have you decided who to contact?

Su Huo waved his hand, signaling the steward and the bodyguards to step back.

"The Tang Clan alone is not enough. I heard a few months ago that they had a fight with the Japanese Higanbana and were severely weakened."

"nature."

Jin Feng pushed up her glasses and said confidently, "The Sinful Sand, Shadow Bamboo Society, and Myriad Thoughts Hand are all sects that are skilled in assassination and are within the scope of our selection."

“As long as you negotiate and offer a reasonable price, these bloodthirsty mad dogs have no reason to refuse.”

Chapter 124 Three Cunning Rabbit Cave

"The problem is that Sany is currently very powerful, and these other companies are probably not too happy about it."

Su Huo noticed Jin Feng's blindly optimistic attitude and had other concerns.

Having spent many years navigating the treacherous waters of the business world, he knew all too well how cunning the old hands in the murder trade could be.

"Training an assassin takes at least twenty or thirty years and a great deal of effort; you can't find a decent one without that."

"If the disparity in strength is too great, they're just throwing their lives away."

Jin Feng remained calm and, following Su Huo's words, asked unhurriedly, "So what do you mean?"

"When making a plan, make it comprehensive; don't fight a battle you're not prepared for."

Su Huo, shifting his beer belly, called for a servant to bring him a map, paper, and pen, and began to draw red lines in certain cities along the coast.

He had a cigar between his teeth, his eyes were sinister, and with each line he drew, his smirk became more and more triumphant.

"The Sinful Sands, Shadow Bamboo Society, Myriad Thoughts Hand, and Tang Clan are all roughly on the same level when it comes to assassination techniques. These stinking dogs that can be ordered around with a few bones are also afraid of death, so there's no need to have too much hope for them."

"But where else can we find help besides them?"

Jin Feng gazed at the detailed coordinates on the map, moved slightly closer, leaned down, and placed her right hand on the stronghold of 'Sinful Sand', saying:

“I know people here. They are indeed a group of madmen who make a living by killing. They will take any target as long as the price is right.”

"Okay, then this side is safe."

Su Huo crossed out the red circle around 'sinful sand' and continued, "Throughout the world, those who engage in the killer trade are not limited to our country."

“I also know some assassins from overseas. They settled here a long time ago. I have made deals with them, so arranging manpower is not a problem.”

At this point, Su Huo couldn't help but boast: "In terms of efficiency and strength, they are no different from those in China."

"Old Su, where are you from?"

Xia Liuqing was puzzled, with a vague sense of unease, and still couldn't believe in the strength of the overseas assassins.

"They have some influence from the East, Britain, America, and Northern Europe, but I don't know their origins."

Su Huo grinned. After leaving Quanxing, he unexpectedly met this assassin organization and hired them to assassinate his business rivals several times, with each attempt succeeding.

"Japanese people? You deal with them too?!"

Xia Liuqing frowned slightly, looking disgusted: "No wonder people outside say you're a big traitor; now it seems there's some truth to it."

"Let them talk. What do honor or disgrace matter to me? These assassins are just tools; use them as long as they're handy."

With time running out, Su Huo began arranging the itinerary:

"Sister Jin Feng, I'll send my escort agency with you. Five chests of gold. You'll handle the deal over the 'Sinful Sand'. Are you confident?"

"Okay, I'm absolutely sure."

Jin Feng replied coldly that as long as she could avenge the sect leader, she wouldn't mind taking risks to confront those lunatics.

Xia Liuqing was still worried; that was a ruthless den of killers. She hurriedly said:

"Jin Feng, I'll go with you."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Huo raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "You idiot, you ran off with her, and you want me to go to the Tang Clan alone?"

"Old Xia...trust me."

Jin Feng repeatedly emphasized, even in a pleading tone:

“We’ll split up. There are old acquaintances of mine in the Sinful Sand. Even if they turn their backs on me and swallow the gold, they won’t be able to do anything to me.”

"Compared to me, you old scoundrel need my protection more. I'm leaving the Tang Clan, Shadow Bamboo Society, and Myriad Thoughts Hand to you."

“But…” Xia Liuqing was confused and speechless for a moment.

"No buts. If you keep arguing with this woman, I'm quitting."

Su Huo had an inexplicable apprehension about visiting the Tang Clan. Without Xia Liuqing's protection, the risk of him going alone was simply too great.

"That's the arrangement, Lao Xia..."

Jin Feng turned her head to examine the bald, dark-eyed man in front of her, and for some reason, her tone softened as she softly smiled:

"Now is a critical moment, don't let me down."

With just two sentences, Xia Liuqing's attempt to express his concern was shattered. He nodded stiffly, "Okay, Jin Feng, then you must be careful..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Su Huo noticed this scene and really wanted to know what kind of bewitching potion Jin Feng had given this little brother to make him so obedient, especially his spineless appearance, which made him curse, "You worthless brat."

The three then discussed the details.

Half an hour later, a series of rickshaws drove out of the villa, and twelve bodyguards escorted Jin Feng to the stronghold of the Sinful Sand for negotiations.

"You old bastard, when are we leaving?"

Xia Liuqing, who couldn't wait any longer, urged him on.

He saw this greasy fat man lying on the sofa smoking, looking like a dead fish.

"Don't be in such a hurry... Little brother, if we get caught by the Tang Clan with our outfits like this, we'll be in deep trouble."

Su Huo stared at the clock hanging on the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly. The next moment, he grinned broadly and said, "Here it comes."

"Tap....Tap....Tap...."

"Hey, slow down, yes, watch your step..."

Trembling footsteps came from the gate, and the butler was seen bowing and scraping as he helped an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back into the villa.

"Uncle Xu, I have failed to greet you properly. I have failed to greet you properly."

Su Huo casually tossed aside his cigar, stood up to greet the old man, and had a fawning expression on his face.

"Smooth-talking... Just the two of you?"

"Yes, thanks to you, please help me." Su Huo frankly expressed his desire to have the old man disguise him and Xia Liuqing.

"Okay, sit down."

Xu Bolai had already received a bribe, so naturally he wouldn't refuse. He stretched out his long, withered right hand, covered Su Huo's face, and sighed softly:

"With all that fat on you, you're really going to be a burden to this old man..."

Xia Liuqing was stunned, watching intently, and even comparing in her heart how the old man's methods compared to Mr. Liu's.

"Buzz..."

Azure energy emanated from Xu Bo's palm, like a soft silk covering Su Huo's face and entire body.

instantly.

As the light curtain faded, a middle-aged man with a sinister expression appeared in Xia Liuqing's field of vision. He was utterly astonished to witness this strange appearance, which could only be described as a miracle.

"Sir, your disguise is truly amazing! How long can it last?!"

Is it mysterious?

Upon hearing the praise, Uncle Xu waved his hand and said modestly, "It's just a trick to make a living."

"Changing one's appearance requires the consumption of Qi and physical strength. After the technique is completed, the time limit is not under my control, but depends on how long you can persist."

Su Huo felt his new body, his fingers smoothing his clothes, and said with a touch of nostalgia:

"It feels so good to be young... This suits me better than a bloated and overweight figure."

Uncle Xu walked up to Xia Liuqing, placed his right hand on his forehead, and asked, "Have you decided what kind of look you want?"

"You decide what to do, I'm fine with anything."

"it is good."

............

The next day, morning.

Tangmen.

Seven black cars, carrying Huang Jin, Biao Shou, Su Huo, and Xia Liuqing, arrived from afar.

The car door opened, and two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes stepped out and began negotiating with the Tang Clan disciples.

moment.

Su Huo and Xia Liuqing were led to the Tang Clan's reception hall, where they were personally received by Tang Bingwen.

"Please, have a seat."

"Sect Leader Tang, I hope my visit has been of no trouble to you?"

Su Huo spoke politely and skillfully, and calmly sat down on a wooden chair.

"No trouble at all. May I ask your name?"