In the days since possessing Peter, Meng Ran had been cultivating to digest the power.
Several days had passed since the last plan began. With experience, George and the police handled things more smoothly this time, and within a few days, they had largely cleared and controlled these areas.
Meng Ran decided to go judge Bob today. He had let this gang boss live a little longer, and now it was time for him to go to hell.
Meng Ran and the Crocodile Gang had been entangled for quite some time, and it was time to speed things up and get rid of them as soon as possible.
As night fell, Meng Ran skillfully climbed out of the window and headed towards the agreed meeting spot with Gwen. He had promised Gwen he would bring her along.
Meng Ran arrived at the meeting point, but Gwen hadn't arrived yet, so Meng Ran sat cross-legged to meditate, waiting for Gwen's arrival.
Soon after, a beautiful and graceful figure swung towards him on a web. Meng Ran also opened his eyes and stood up.
Gwen landed gracefully and walked towards Meng Ran with long strides, exclaiming, "Were you practicing that cultivation technique when you were sitting cross-legged just now? It's amazing! I felt a mysterious sensation even from a distance."
Meng Ran smiled, "That's right, it's that cultivation technique. It helps me better control my power."
Gwen was even more astonished by his words.
Meng Ran continued, "Today we are going to judge Bob. Once he is dealt with, our plan will be half accomplished."
"Let's go now. You follow behind me," Meng Ran told Gwen while also confirming the route.
Gwen nodded upon hearing this, ready for action.
Meng Ran looked at the route planned by Little White, pushed off with his feet, and rushed towards Bob's location, while Gwen followed him, swinging on her webs.
Bob sat at his desk, eyes closed, leaning back in his chair, his brows tightly furrowed.
He had just hung up the phone with Blackwater Security Company, and the unpleasant conversation left him feeling irritable.
Bob had just called Blackwater Security Company to question why the demon had not been dealt with yet. Two more of his old brothers had been killed by the demon, and now the entire Crocodile Gang was in a panic, fearing that they would be the next unfortunate ones.
Bob was at a loss. The demon was not only powerful but also elusive and unpredictable. He had no means or power to resist him.
Bob, of course, knew that Meng Ran was taking them down one by one.
Working with the police to clear out the illegal forces controlled by each boss after their death was to eradicate the root of the chaos.
But even knowing this, Bob was helpless. He wished he could stall for more time, waiting for Blackwater Company's assassins to deal with Meng Ran.
However, to his surprise, Blackwater Security's efficiency was unusually low this time. Not only did they fail to complete the assignment in one go, but they also demanded compensation and a price adjustment.
According to them, the Crocodile Gang's provided information was incorrect, and the assessment of the demon's strength was flawed, leading to the failure of the first mission.
Although they stated that the commission was still on and they would send higher-level assassins, they demanded compensation for losses and additional payment for the higher-level assassins' hiring fees.
Bob was both angry and helpless. He had no choice but to make another transfer, urging them to deal with the demon as soon as possible.
Bob thought about the irritating call he just had, opened his eyes, and lit a cigar.
The threat of the demon was like a knife hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment, making Bob restless recently.
"Crow! Is there anything unusual?" Bob picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Crow.
Crow stood on the villa roof, surveying the surrounding guards and patrolling bodyguards, and replied into the walkie-talkie, "No anomalies, Boss."
"Very good, report any situations to me," Bob replied. Hearing Crow's voice, he immediately felt a little more at ease.
During this time, he had continuously strengthened his personal security to feel safer. Putting down his cigar, Bob stood up. Sitting for a long time made his lower back uncomfortable.
Bob rubbed his waist, preparing to "relax" a bit before resting.
At this moment, Meng Ran and Gwen had arrived outside the villa.
He and Gwen stood on a small hill nearby, looking at the villa in front of them.
"Little White, send the villa's panoramic map to Red Rose," Meng Ran instructed.
"Received. Map sent to Red Rose," Little White replied.
Meng Ran told Gwen, "I've sent the map to Red Rose. We'll split up later; just follow her guidance."
"Don't be polite when you encounter those armed bodyguards and guards; none of these people are clean."
Listening to Meng Ran's instructions, Gwen also nodded.
For these heinous criminals, she really had no need to hold back. These people were on her kill list.
Meng Ran then remembered something and said, "Oh, right, there are some people in this villa who were coerced or trafficked here. These people, both men and women, are living a life worse than death here. I've marked them."
"After we clear out the guards, I'll go find Bob, and you go rescue these people and let them leave."
"Once that's arranged, come find me, and we'll judge Bob together."
"Also, remember to be careful."
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry," Gwen nodded and smiled at Meng Ran.
With arrangements made, Meng Ran and Gwen set off from opposite ends, starting from the outside to clear the entire villa as quickly as possible.
Both Meng Ran and Gwen activated Ghost Stealth, holding daggers, silently harvesting lives in the shadows.
Crow sat in the monitoring room on the rooftop. In the dim room, the screens were the only source of light.
The equally dim light fell on Crow's face, illuminating a young, stern, and cold countenance.
He held a glass, drinking wine while watching the monitors in front of him, guarding against any unexpected occurrences.
The surveillance footage showed calm, guards patrolling normally, nothing unusual.
On the table in front of the monitors was a small speaker, from which came intense clapping and gasping sounds. Listening closely, the man's voice was none other than Bob's.
Listening to the gasping, a hint of envy and anticipation appeared on Crow's cold face. He, too, longed to be played with by Mr. Bob in such a way.
This was a secret belonging only to Crow, unknown even to Bob. It was the only thing Crow had ever hidden from Bob.
Crow belonged to Bob, but Bob did not belong to Crow.
Bob's Crow was a taciturn crow. He had been brought back to the Crocodile Gang by Bob from the streets as a child and raised there.
It could be said that this young Crow was shaped by Bob, inside and out. Even if Bob told him to commit suicide immediately, he would not hesitate. His only reason for living was Bob.
It was precisely because of this that Bob entrusted him entirely with the important task of protecting his life.
Crow looked at the still calm surveillance, put away the small speaker, and placed the glass on the table.
It was almost time; he needed to go out and check to ensure no accidents occurred.
As he pushed open the monitoring room door and stepped out, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind, covering his mouth, and at the same time, a sharp dagger slashed across his neck.
Blood gushed from the ruptured wound, staining the roof in front of him red, and the scattered blood spatters, like stars, intertwined with the night sky.
The large hand released him, and Crow's lifeless body fell into a pool of blood. The speaker in his pocket was soaked with blood, and the gasping turned into faint electrical static.