While Meng Ran was investigating Blackwater Security Company, they were also fully investigating the Evil Ghost.
The dimly lit meeting room was filled with smoke. The projector continuously displayed information about the Evil Ghost, the red light from the smoke flashing occasionally, illuminating the furrowed brows of those behind.
"It seems we underestimated the strength of this Evil Ghost."
"Those two C-Ranks have gone missing, and the chips in their brains also self-destructed."
A middle-aged man took a puff of his cigar, stroking his bald head, and said to another man with a grim expression.
Hearing his words, the thin man opposite him also extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said in a deep voice, "This deal cannot end like this. Send a B-Rank squad to eliminate this Evil Ghost."
"Tell Bob that we will handle this Evil Ghost, and the deal continues, but the price will be different."
The thin man then said to the person standing behind him.
The man behind him responded in a low voice, "Yes!"
Then he exited the meeting room.
The bald man heard the skinny man's arrangements and reminded him, "Boss Saike, our B-Rank squads all have missions currently."
Saike glanced at the man and then lit a cigarette.
He took a puff and said, "Lando, you handle these matters. See which squad's mission is nearing completion. Push them to speed up, and tell them their bonus will be doubled."
Lando stood up and said seriously, "I'll go arrange it now. B5 Squad should be free soon."
Saike nodded in satisfaction, then thought of something else, "Right, a new batch of recruits came in this year. See to it. I hope these guys aren't Cradle's rejects."
"That's all. Go arrange it as soon as possible."
Lando nodded as well, then turned and left the conference room.
Saike was left alone in the large conference room, eyes narrowed in thought.
His deep gaze drifted, seemingly fixed on some distant point, and a faint trace of remembrance showed in his eyes.
"Someday, I will return to the Monsters." Saike murmured softly, as if speaking to himself.
He then shook off his thoughts and stubbed out the cigarette in his mouth on the table.
Meng Ran didn't know that Blackwater had also formulated a plan to deal with him, just waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Meng Ran was making preparations. Tonight, he would execute the first and most crucial step of the plan to destroy the Crocodile Gang: controlling a puppet.
Meng Ran analyzed the information on all the current leaders of the Crocodile Gang and chose a suitable target: Sith. Frain.
He was one of Bob's most trusted lieutenants. This man was incredibly disciplined and never caused trouble, always obeying Bob's orders.
Therefore, Sith. Frain was also the strongest among the old guard, because he was loyal to Bob.
Even though Sith. Frain had become a powerful figure in the underworld, he still respected and obeyed Bob as he always had, never changing over the years.
This person was a perfect puppet for Meng Ran. He was trusted by Bob, could control the situation after Bob's death, and possessed considerable strength, able to suppress the restless other old guard. Of course, Meng Ran might need to contribute further in this aspect.
Having planned the route, Meng Ran headed towards Sith. Frain's residence.
These past few days, Sith. Frain had been living in fear in his villa. Ever since receiving that video, he had been constantly anxious, even though the boss was confident he would deal with the Evil Ghost quickly.
But after the deaths of Bill and Ull, Sith. Frain was still uneasy, despite the boss's assurance.
He hadn't had any big ambitions in the first place. He had only joined the Crocodile Gang and followed Bob because he had nowhere else to go.
He was still young back then and had already been married once. However, he was neither ambitious nor responsible and loved to gamble, quickly ruining his family. His wife couldn't take it anymore and left him.
Sith. Frain hadn't eaten for two days when he joined the Crocodile Gang with Bob. Before that, he spent his days scavenging for scraps on the streets. Any money he managed to save, he'd immediately gamble away, and he never won.
The situation was like this: Bob was fighting with someone and woke him up while he was sleeping on the side of the road.
Kicked awake, he was bewildered and furious. He'd finally managed to find something to eat to fill his stomach a little, thinking he could sleep for a while and not feel hungry.
But he'd only just laid down when he dreamed of a hamburger the size of his head, ready to take a bite, when he was kicked awake again.
Enraged, Sith. Frain grabbed a trash can lid and slammed it on the person, knocking them out cold.
Bob, who was being helped, was also stunned.
That was how Sith. Frain met Bob and joined the Crocodile Gang.
After that, Sith. Frain followed Bob. As Bob made the Crocodile Gang bigger and bigger, Sith's status also rose.
Sith. Frain never competed or fought for anything. His personality was also timid and afraid of death. He knew that it was because he was with Bob that he had the life he had always dreamed of, so he always followed Bob's lead.
It was precisely Sith. Frain's personality that made Bob always trust him and give Sith. Frain a lot of power.
Because Bob was also very clear about one thing, that no matter how much power Sith. Frain had, he couldn't escape his grasp. With Sith. Frain's personality, Bob could toy with him with one hand.
At this moment, Sith. Frain was gambling with a gang leader in his own home.
The golden and luxurious room was filled with smoke, and there were several alluring beauties sitting beside them.
"Hehehehe! Sith, Sith, I know you're going to lose just by looking at your sour face."
A short, lecherous man let out a strange laugh, puffing on a cigar while fondling the soft breasts of the woman beside him, then putting them to his nose to smell the alluring fragrance.
Sith. Frain, who was shuffling cards, threw them down in anger, roaring, "Damn it! I haven't had a single good hand all night. What the hell kind of bad luck is this?"
"TMD, it's definitely the stench of those sluts that's ruined my cards. Get the hell away from me!" Sith. Frain roared, kicking a woman who was on top of him. Seeing this, the other women quickly retreated to the side.
The short man across from him chuckled, "Heh heh heh! Poor Sith. Frain, can't handle it anymore? You're taking your anger out on a woman. How pathetic."
After saying this, he beckoned to the woman on the ground. She staggered to her feet and knelt beside him.
Sith. Frain looked at the short man and said coldly, "Shut up, Pick. What right do you have to talk to me, you little scum?"
Pick, the short man, heard this and stopped his strange laughter. He stared intently at Sith. Frain, pressing the cigar in his hand directly onto the kneeling woman's hand, extinguishing it with a harsh twist.
The woman held her hands up, her eyes lowered, biting her lip, and dared not make a sound.
Blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth, but she just continued to hold her hands up, trembling, not daring to move.
Sith adjusted his collar and leaned back in his chair, a cigar between his teeth as he looked coldly at Pick.
A moment later.
"Pfft, hehehehe! I was just kidding, my brother Sith, don't take it to heart, hehehehe!" Pick instantly dropped his serious expression and cackled at Sith.
Sith heard this and immediately dropped his cold expression, laughing, "Hahahaha, of course I know, Pick, I was just joking with you too, my dear brother."
The two men looked at each other and laughed heartily, though each had their own hidden agenda.
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