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"Damn it, why is this happening?!"
On the top floor of a pharmaceutical company, inside a luxurious CEO's office, a balding man angrily swept everything off his desk.
He looked at his subordinate, who was bowing his head nearby. "Are you sure you didn"t get it wrong? Is Eyre still alive?"
"Yes, sir," the subordinate said, bowing his head.
"I saw with my own eyes that he drove to Eyre Group, and our informant inside Eyre Group sent us a message"
Eyre is holding a board meeting. Because our informant's position is not that high" we don"t know what the content of the board meeting is yet."
"Holding a board meeting?" the man said.
"And you don't know what it's about? What do you think he's doing, holding a board meeting at a time like this?
Hmm? After the assassin I sent to kill him failed?"
"Fuck, those damn Fraternity of Assassins! They don"t live up to their name! They take money and don"t do the
job! I"m going to call him and ask""
With that, the man finally remembered the best person
to vent his anger on. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
Sloan, who was checking the amount of money in his account, heard the phone ring. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Fox works fast""
Sloan nodded slightly and answered the phone. "Hello, Mr. Modena. I believe you have received the gift from fate, right?"
"Yes, it was a very 'surprising" gift"" Modena said, his expression and tone a little gritted.
"When my subordinate saw Eyre walk into the Eyre Group completely unharmed early this morning and hold a board meeting, yes, Mr. Sloan, fate really gave me a big surprise!"
Modena's words made the smile on Sloan's face gradually freeze.
"That's impossible," Sloan said, frowning. "First, the Fox would never fail. Second, if she failed, she would definitely be able to escape. Right now, she should have already reported the situation to me!"
"Very well. If that's the case, dear Mr. Sloan, why don't you ask your damn subordinate whether she completed the task or not?"
"Did my subordinate see a dead person this morning? Hmm? Did everyone in the Eyre Group, a multinational monopolistic pharmaceutical company, get it wrong?"
Modena punched the desk. "This is all your fault! Sloan, I wanted to pay a lot of money to have the Continental Hotel handle it, but you came to me and said that he was someone fate wanted dead, so I gave you the money! I let you do it! And now, this is how you repay me?"
"This is fate's gift?"
"You even have the audacity to say that the Continental Hotel is actually a branch of your Fraternity of Assassins? Are you even worthy with this kind of work ethic?"
"Mr. Modena, calm down. We will never tolerate a person chosen by fate to continue living," Sloan said, trying to appease him.
"Please wait for my news. I will find out what happened right away and take corrective measures."
"Take corrective measures?" Modena laughed coldly.
"By the time you take corrective measures, I'll be finished! Do you think Eyre won"t know who tried to kill him?"
"He's holding a board meeting to deal with me! Do you understand? Give me back all my money and compensate me for my losses! I"m going to hire a killer from the Continental Hotel!"
"Mr. Modena, I"m very sorry, but fate will not return your gift to you."
Sloan refused. "I can only first find out what happened,
and then send more people to take care of this matter."
"Ha, I get it. You don't want to return the money, do you?
You want to take my money?"
As a former gangster who had gotten rich by using
various scams and selling shoddy, counterfeit drugs, Modena naturally understood what Sloan was getting at.
"Fine, then you just wait""
Just as Modena was saying this, the office door suddenly opened. A figure flashed in and quietly closed the office door behind him.
Because he was facing the door, Modena naturally saw the person who came in. When he saw it was an Asian he had never seen before, he shouted angrily, "Who are you?
Who let you in?!"
The person didn"t pay any attention to Modena. Instead, he raised the gun in his hand, and with two "plops," the bullets from the silenced barrel hit the two subordinates in the office, and they fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.
"Who the hell are you?!!" Modena's expression instantly turned from anger to fear. "Are you a killer? Are you here to kill me? Are you someone Sloan sent? Fuck you, Sloan""
"Plop!" The person didn"t say a word and fired another shot, killing Modena with a headshot.
And so, Modena's sinful life was brought to an end by a single bullet.
"Hello? Mr. Modena?" Sloan listened to the sounds on the other end of the phone, a little dazed.
Did I send someone over?
I don"t remember doing that.
Sloan thought about it carefully and, after confirming he hadn"t sent anyone over, he became curious.
So" which faction was the person who had so timely cleaned up his mess from?
Could it be a killer from the Continental Hotel?
After the Fox's assassination attempt failed, Eyre guessed who had tried to kill him, so he immediately placed an order with the Continental Hotel?
If that were the case, wouldn"t their actions be too fast?
Sloan shook his head, not wanting to think too much. He was about to hang up the phone, but just then, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice on the other end.
"Mr. Sloan?"
"Mr. Sloan, of the Fraternity of Assassins?"
Sloan's eyes immediately widened.
The person on the other end knew his identity!
""Who are you?" Sloan hesitated for a moment but still chose to answer. "Are you a killer?"
Sloan had no other choice.
He didn"t know when the person on the other end of the phone, who was very likely a killer, had started listening.
But he knew that the person knew his identity, his name, and that he was Sloan of the Fraternity of Assassins.
This was a serious problem.
Although the Fraternity of Assassins had very few members, a negligible number compared to the Continental Hotel, very few people would mess with them. In terms of status alone, they were considered to be on the same level as the Continental Hotel.
First, because all the assassins of the Fraternity of Assassins were super-powered.
Second, because the assassins of the Fraternity of Assassins only went after people whose names appeared on the Loom of Fate. They didn"t take on missions for money.
So, one was out of fear of their strength, and the other was out of respect for their principles. This was why the Fraternity of Assassins had such a high status.
But now, if the word got out that Sloan was taking on missions for money"
Then the Fraternity of Assassins would instantly become a thorn in the side of all organizations!
Just imagine: a group of super-powered people with no
bottom line" How terrifying would that be?
Sloan didn"t dare to do that. He also knew he couldn't, which was why he only forged the list to scam money and would also erase the source of that money afterward.
Even if Modena hadn't been killed, he would have "appeared" on the Loom of Fate's list eventually.
"I am a novice killer. This task is an assessment task for the Continental Hotel," Morin said.
"At the same time, I also have another job. I think you'll find it very interesting, Mr. Sloan."
"I am, a Templar!"
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