Oh Zhou, I almost forgot to tell you, the employer for this commission added a condition."
"He requires that when you kill the target, he must be present; he wants to personally confirm the target's death."
"I know, this request is simply an insult to your professionalism. You are the famous Satan!"
"You are Satan, who single-handedly rescued Stark!"
"I'm also very angry about his request, but the employer is very insistent!"
"And Zhou, sometimes you have to understand, we are, after all, a service industry..."
Wade Wilson began to earnestly advise Zhou Cheng.
But Zhou Cheng didn't care about such issues at all; he was just a little curious.
In the eyes of those who don't know the full story, like Xiao Jian Jian, the employer's request might indeed seem excessive and disrespectful to Zhou Cheng.
But for someone like Zhou Cheng, who knows Madame Gao's true background, he immediately had other suspicions.
Could it be that the employer who placed the commission knows that Madame Gao cannot be killed?
If that's the case, then it becomes interesting.
After all, Madame Gao's secret is known by very few people, apart from some absolutely core members of the Hand.
And no matter who placed the commission, if they know this secret, they are undoubtedly not an ordinary person.
Of course.
All of this was just Zhou Cheng's wild thoughts, without any basis, and he didn't care anyway.
After all, they've already spent ten million U.S. dollars, so what's wrong with making a small request?
Is it excessive?
"So Wade, does my commission also include protecting the employer's safety?"
Zhou Cheng didn't show any resistance, he just asked Wade Wilson a necessary related question.
"No, there's no need for that."
"The employer is responsible for his own safety."
Wade Wilson gave a very clear answer, it seemed he had definitely discussed this issue with the employer long ago.
"In that case... I'll take this commission!"
Zhou Cheng had no more questions and readily accepted.
"Wait for my news!"
Wade Wilson excitedly ended the communication with Zhou Cheng.
And Xiao Jian Jian's efficiency was as fast as ever.
Just a few hours later, he gave Zhou Cheng a precise answer.
"Zhou, it's all settled!"
"But you need to act in three days, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"The employer will only send me the specific location coordinates in three days. At that time, you'll meet up with the employer first, then take the employer and complete this commission."
"I believe this will be a piece of cake for you, right?"
In three days?
For Zhou Cheng, this was naturally no problem at all; after all, the diary could last for four or five days anyway.
So, he might as well be a slacker for another three days.
Anyway, the life of a rich person is lived however they feel most comfortable.
...
"Zhou, I've already sent you the coordinates!"
"I wish you a triumphant return in advance!"
It must be said that the employer was indeed cautious enough.
It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Wade Wilson finally received the specific coordinates from him.
He then immediately rushed to send them to Zhou Cheng.
"Wait for my news."
Zhou Cheng confidently left this message for Xiao Jian Jian, then got his uniform ready.
That's right, the brand new uniform Xiao Jian Jian prepared for Zhou Cheng.
A uniform that was both stylish and cool, bulletproof, and also came with a brand new mask.
According to Xiao Jian Jian, this brand new uniform was designed by him personally!
Considering that Deadpool's uniform in the movie was indeed designed by him, and many Marvel superheroes also design their own uniforms.
So, Zhou Cheng believed his statement.
Therefore, Zhou Cheng looked at Xiao Jian Jian with new respect.
He hadn't expected Xiao Jian Jian to have talent in this area.
Frankly speaking, Zhou Cheng was quite satisfied with the uniform the other party designed for him.
It balanced both aesthetics and dominance, perfectly matching Zhou Cheng's taste.
So, there was nothing more to say.
Zhou Cheng nonchalantly went to a desolate, uninhabited place and changed into his "Satan suit."
Then, he spread his wings behind him and shot into the sky with a whoosh.
He skillfully arrived at Hell's Kitchen, following the coordinates' guidance to the location the employer requested.
An abandoned factory.
Looking out.
He saw before the mottled walls, under the cover of moonlight.
An old man, as old as Madame Gao, almost on his last legs, with even his hair already White.
Standing there, sharp as a blade.
Beside the old man was a woman in a red, tight-fitting suit, with an exceptionally fiery figure.
Like the old man, her mere presence exuded a sense of sharp prominence.
Clearly, she was not an ordinary person either.
"So it's them!"
Zhou Cheng's heart stirred slightly; with just one glance, he recognized the identities of these two.
And he felt no surprise at all about it.
These two were none other than.
They were precisely two important figures from the Chaste, the Hand's sworn enemies: Stick and Elektra.
Of course.
Strictly speaking, Stick was actually from the Chaste, even its last member.
For some reason, Stick had not inducted Elektra and his many other assassins into the Chaste.
But he still led those people to oppose the Hand.
However, in front of a behemoth like the Hand, it was akin to throwing an egg at a rock.
But now, it was hard to say.
One could only say that Stick had made a very correct decision.
Hiring a cheater!
Whoosh!
As those random thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhou Cheng wasn't idle either.
He swooped down directly, landing in front of Stick and Elektra.
"So~"
"You really can fly, just as the rumors say!"
"Satan!"
Stick's hoarse voice, like sandpaper, sounded. He showed no joy or sorrow, no emotional fluctuations.
He merely let out a blunt sigh of admiration.
"I hope this isn't just a flashy display!"
Elektra uttered this sentence coldly.
It was clear that Elektra thought the rumors about Satan were somewhat exaggerated.
But Zhou Cheng was too lazy to bother with what these two were thinking; he just nonchalantly raised an eyebrow: "Can we depart now?"
"Not so fast."
"Before that, we have one more thing to do."
Rustle rustle rustle!
Accompanying Stick's words, chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded.
At the same time, from various dark corners around them.
A group of extremely ruthless assassins surged out like a tide, completely surrounding Zhou Cheng.
The atmosphere on site instantly became murderous and oppressive.
Thanks to user 08a for the reward.
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