211: Chapter 211 Jiang Hai's Counterattack

Night like ink, shrouding the abandoned industrial area of Jianghai City.

This is the edge of the Jianghai, and also a hotbed where sin breeds.

Inside an abandoned steel factory, a few dim emergency lights swayed in the wind, emitting a sizzling electric sound.

This is Lin Fan's secret stronghold in Jianghai City, and also the temporary command post for the 'All Villains' squad.

At this moment.

Although Lin Fan is thousands of miles away in the capital, his holographic projection is clearly visible in the center of the stronghold's hall.

He sat on that familiar grandmaster's chair, holding a teacup, his expression as leisurely as if he were watching a movie about to be released.

And opposite him.

Hou San, Iron Ox, Old Drunkard, Yellow Great Immortal, and Doctor, the five of them, were standing respectfully in a row.

Boss, the fish has entered the net.

Hou San played with a sharp dagger in his hand, his face wearing that iconic, lewd smile.

According to intelligence, the Zhao family has really gone all out this time.

They hired the gold-medal assassin team from the 'Shadow Fang' organization, twelve people in total, all experts at the Martial Master Realm.

The leader is called 'Blood Fang,' said to be a Half-step Grandmaster, with quite a few lives on his hands.

Lin Fan gently blew on the steam in the teacup, showing no signs of nervousness.

The Zhao family is desperate like a dog jumping over a wall; can't they come up with something new instead of hiring assassins?

Since they want to play, we'll play along with them properly.

And this Shadow Fang assassin organization, the Jianghai has a branch, and the capital also has personnel coverage; for an underground organization to cover so much ground, this troublemaker must be uprooted sooner or later!

He raised his hand and tapped lightly in the void.

A detailed 3D map of the industrial area instantly appeared before everyone.

On the map, twelve red dots were rapidly approaching the factory from three directions.

The movement trajectory, speed, and even the predicted next move of every red dot were clearly marked.

This is the terrifying aspect of the S-Rank Talent [Eye of True Sight] combined with technological means.

Iron Ox, Lin Fan said indifferently.

Here.

Iron Ox, with a build like a small mountain, stepped forward and answered in a muffled voice.

You go to Zone A and act as bait.

Remember, act clumsy and panicked.

Lure their main force under the abandoned blast furnace.

Iron Ox grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Don't worry, Boss, I'm best at acting like a fool.

Doctor.

Present.

Wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, Doctor adjusted his frames, a cold, rational glint flashing in his eyes.

You go to the ventilation ducts in Zone B.

Release the enhanced version of the 'One Diarrhea to a Thousand Miles' powder we didn't finish using the other day into the ventilation system.

Since they are guests, we must treat them to something.

Doctor nodded and took several glass bottles containing green liquid from his pocket.

Understood, I will control the dosage to ensure they still have the strength to crawl and beg for mercy.

Yellow Great Immortal, Old Drunkard.

You two go to the high ground in Zone C.

Yellow Great Immortal, set up a formation to block their retreat.

Old Drunkard, you are responsible for picking them off; blow the head off anyone who dares to show their face.

Understood! The two smiled at each other and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

As for you, Hou San, Lin Fan looked at the last person.

Your task is the simplest but also the most important.

Go and activate all the traps around the factory.

Then, hide in the shadows and be responsible for finishing them off when they get chaotic.

Remember, I want them alive.

Especially the leader; I have questions for him.

Hou San licked his lips, a flash of bloodlust in his eyes.

Don't worry, Boss, I'll make sure he regrets being born.

As Lin Fan's orders were issued, the five quickly dispersed and took their positions.

Lin Fan leaned back in his chair, watching the red dots gradually approaching on the map, the smile on his lips growing colder.

Zhao Tianxiang, oh Zhao Tianxiang.

Do you think you can turn the tables by hiring a few assassins?

Unfortunately, you have no idea who you're dealing with.

Outside the factory.

Twelve black shadows moved through the ruins like ghosts.

They were agile, their presence suppressed to the extreme; they were clearly well-trained professional assassins.

The leader, 'Blood Fang,' was a lean, middle-aged man with sinister eyes, holding a curved blade.

He looked at the silent factory ahead, a hint of unease rising in his heart.

It was too quiet, unnaturally quiet.

According to intelligence, this should be the nest of that group of robbers.

Why wasn't there even a sentry?

Boss, could it be a trap?

A subordinate next to him asked in a low voice.

Blood Fang snorted coldly.

Just a bunch of rabble, what kind of trap could they have?

The head of the Zhao family said this group only knows how to steal and pilfer; their frontal combat power is not worth mentioning.

Quick battle, quick decision; kill them and take the money.

After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to flank them from different sides.

Just then.

Clang!

A loud noise came from Zone A ahead.

A burly man over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, ran out from behind a pile of scrap iron in a panic.

While running, he kept looking back, shouting, 'Oh no! Someone's coming! Run!'

It was Iron Ox.

Blood Fang's eyes lit up.

It's that big guy! The intelligence said he's the strongest one in this group!

Catch him! Don't let him run!

Six assassins immediately rushed toward Iron Ox.

Seeing this, Iron Ox ran even faster, but his heavy body seemed exceptionally clumsy in the ruins, nearly tripping several times.

The assassins were overjoyed, feeling that this clumsy ox was already in their pocket.

They chased Iron Ox into the space beneath an abandoned blast furnace.

Just as they were about to make a move.

Iron Ox, who had been running wildly, suddenly stopped.

He turned around, the panicked expression on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by an honest, simple smile.

Hehe, you finally came.

I've been waiting for a long time.

The assassins were stunned.

Before they could react.

Boom!

The ground suddenly collapsed.

A huge deep pit appeared beneath their feet.

Caught off guard, the six assassins fell directly in.

At the bottom of the pit, there were no spikes, but—strong rat glue!

This was a special glue Lin Fan had specifically ordered from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion; its stickiness was comparable to superglue, and once stuck, even a Martial Master wouldn't be able to break free easily.

Ah! What is this ghost thing!

My feet! I can't pull them out!

The assassins screamed in terror, struggling desperately, only to sink deeper.

Iron Ox, standing at the edge of the pit, scratched his head and casually grabbed a hundreds-of-pounds heavy stone prepared nearby, throwing it down like a bowling ball.

Go!

Bang!

The screams were instantly cut off.

Meanwhile.

In the ventilation ducts of Zone B, green poisonous mist spread silently.

The remaining assassins had just sneaked into the factory, and before they could find their target, they felt a sharp pain in their stomachs.

Gurgle...

That feeling of churning seas made their faces turn pale instantly, their legs weak.

Oh no! It's poison!

Retreat!

They wanted to escape but found their bodies wouldn't listen to them.

The loss of sphincter control forced them to clench their legs, their posture awkward to the extreme.

Just then.

Bang!

A muffled gunshot pierced the night sky.

An assassin trying to climb out a window had his head explode like a watermelon.

Old Drunkard lay on a water tower a hundred meters away, holding that C-Rank rune sniper rifle modified by Lin Fan, flushing red as he took a gulp of strong liquor.

Hiccup... Good wine!

Who's next?

In just five minutes.

Twelve elite assassins were completely wiped out.

They hadn't even touched the corner of Lin Fan's side.

The leader, Blood Fang, was currently lying on the ground in a sorry state, covered in rat glue, his stomach still twitching.

He looked at his subordinates lying all over the ground, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

Where was this a bunch of rabble?

Hou San walked out of the shadows, tapping the dagger in his hand against Blood Fang's face.

Tsk tsk tsk, is this the gold-medal assassin of Shadow Fang?

Why are you like a weakling?

Blood Fang gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Hou San.

Who... exactly are you people?

Hou San didn't answer but turned to the side, pointing at the holographic projection in the center of the hall.

Blood Fang struggled to lift his head.

He met Lin Fan's cold eyes.

Who I am is not important.

Lin Fan's voice came through the loudspeaker, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

What's important is that you are my captive now.

Hou San, package him up.

An assassin like this Half-step Grandmaster should make a pretty good blind box.

As for the rest, clean them up, don't leave any traces.

Understood, Boss.

Hou San grinned and delivered a hand chop to Blood Fang's neck, knocking him out.

Jianghai City, Zhao family mansion.

Zhao Tianxiang had been pacing back and forth in the study, anxiously waiting for news.

The wall clock pointed to 3:00 AM.

According to the plan, the Shadow Fang people should have succeeded by now.

Just then.

The door to the study was pushed open in a panic.

The butler stumbled in, holding a black box in his hand.

Master! It's bad!

Just... just now someone threw this at the main gate!

Zhao Tianxiang's heart sank.

He took the box with trembling hands and slowly opened it.

There was no bloody head inside.

Only a note and a blood-stained Shadow Fang badge.

The note had only one sentence, the handwriting flying, revealing an arrogant air:

[This batch of goods is of good quality, thanks. Remember to send stronger ones next time, otherwise it's not enough to make a blind box. Myriad Treasures Pavilion]

Pfft!

Zhao Tianxiang only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed out again.

He slumped into his chair, the box in his hand falling to the ground.

It's over.

Completely over.

The last military means had also failed.

Zhao Tianxiang looked at the pitch-black night outside the window, his eyes filled with nothing but deep despair.

He knew.

The Zhao family, this time, had truly reached its end.