C58

Moon Descent City was filled with tears, but it was still too early for him to go to sleep. The thin frost courtyard timidly clothes, the heart stealthily, the red appendix winding, this love will be known to all …

"Oh? "Who is it?" Zhang Fangxia asked casually.

"Our class's vice-class teacher, Mu Xinyi." Zhang Jun directly answered. In his heart, however, he thought to himself, "Brother, I'm sorry. Due to sister's tyrannical power, I had no choice but to sell you out." With Zhang Jun's intelligence, he was sure that Zhang Song had contacted Mu Xinyi after he left. Otherwise, how could Mu Xinyi, who had been depressed ever since Zhang Song left, suddenly forget her sorrow and joke with them from time to time … Therefore, he inferred that Zhang Song was definitely connected to Mu Xinyi. Perhaps no one knew where Zhang Song was, but Mu Xinyi definitely knew.

The last time Zhang Song brought that beautiful girl home, he felt that the girl was very good. He even recognized her as his future daughter-in-law, so when Zhang Jun said her name, he only smiled.

Actually, everyone knew about the matter between Zhang Song and Mu Xinyi, but only Zhang Fangxia, who was working outside, did not know anything about it. She suspiciously asked, "Little Song didn't tell you where he went, so how did this Mu Xinyi know?"

"Uh, I'm not too sure about that. Only the person in question knows about it. You can ask him when he comes back." Zhang Jun tactfully answered Zhang Fangxia's question, forming a circle for himself as well as Zhang Song.

Zhang Guinan looked at the siblings in front of her, then she thought of Zhang Song and Mu Xinyi. She secretly laughed and said, "Alright, why are you asking so many questions? When Little Song returns, won't the truth be revealed?"

It was late at night and all the lights had been extinguished. There were only a few faint lights left in the entire city, like lamps on a beach, guiding the ship to its homeward route. That dim and weak light pierced through the cage of darkness. It gave people a trace of light and a trace of hope.

"How's it going?" A man dressed in a black suit was standing on the stage with his back facing the crowd. His voice was neither slow nor dry. There was not a trace of emotion in his voice.

The person to the left of the group, who was also the leader of the group, looked at the mysterious person standing on the platform and said: "Reporting to the lord, we have completed the task you have assigned us. We did not leave a single person alive."

Hearing this, the mysterious man's body didn't move at all. He just stood there motionlessly like a statue. If it wasn't for him opening his mouth to speak, the people below would have thought that the mysterious man in front of them was a sculpture that had lived for many years. However, those who were familiar with him understood in their hearts that this mysterious man was not someone they could afford to provoke. In their eyes, he was a supreme existence, and even though he was just standing there silently, his aura was suffocating, causing everyone to be unable to breathe. Looking at his back, everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly; they were all under his invisible aura. To them, as long as he wanted to, these people were nothing more than fish in his hands.

"Hmm, very good. As expected, you didn't let me down." The mysterious person praised them greatly. It seemed that this mysterious person was very good at using people. He had shown them kindness by allowing them to be willing to help him use them. Only by doing this would he be able to nurture his subordinates.

"Thank you for your praise, Lord. It is our honor to serve you." Everyone said in unison.

"Wrong, extremely wrong. Remember, your lives are not mine. My existence is merely leading you." The mysterious man's words shocked everyone. It was true, it was a teenager. Although he had just reached adulthood, in his mind, he was a god-like existence with god-like abilities. In his mind, there was nothing the god-like teenager couldn't do. That resolute face, those evil eyes, as long as they met, would cause one to fall into an abyss of despair, unable to extricate themselves. Standing before him, he was like a gust of wind that made others unable to feel his presence, as if the person standing in front of them was not a person, but a god of death. If one were to say that he was a floating strand of straw in the lake, then he was the entire lake. If one were to say that he was a floating strand of straw in the lake, then he was the entire lake. Perhaps, the lord of the world was talking about people like him.

Everyone thought that the mysterious person before them was their God that they were loyal to, but his meaning seemed to be hinting at something. If his aura was at most only that of a leader, then what exactly was the existence behind him? They didn't dare to imagine, if there really was such a person, then what kind of existence was he? God? Demon? Death? If they had to face that supreme existence, they might not even have the courage to speak. If they had to face him, they might only have to submit. Was the power backing them really that powerful? They didn't dare to imagine, and they couldn't imagine either. The only thing they could do was unconditionally carry out their superiors' orders. Even if they were asked to die, they wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

The leader of the group resisted the pressure and wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. He asked in confusion, "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Do not ask what you should not ask. If the time is ripe, even if you do not ask, I will tell you that your mission is to carry out my orders. Remember, you should forget everything that you shouldn't know. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died. " The mysterious man said with a cold tone as if he was giving an order.

"This subordinate understands." Everyone said in unison.

"I hope you understand." The mysterious man nodded, but his back was still facing the crowd.

"Blood, what's the news about that?" the mysterious man asked, changing the subject.

The man who was called Xue by the mysterious person, the leader of this group, saw that his master was asking him questions, so he organized his words and said, "Sir, your subordinate has already investigated and found out that 15 years ago, that person took his family and hid them in Anhui, his whereabouts have been completely monitored by us, Sir, do you think we should move on?" As the blood said this, he took his palm and cut his own neck.

The mysterious man still had his back facing Xue Xue and his group, but as if he had seen the movements of the blood, he pulled out his right hand from his back and waved it towards the blood. He slowly said, "There's no rush, it's almost the new year, we can talk about everything after the new year, I believe this year will be very interesting."

Blood did not understand the meaning of the mysterious man's words. He could not help but ask, "Lord, then … we …"

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the mysterious person. The mysterious person pointed to the table at the side and said, "There are a few checks there. Take them and send them to the brothers. Go home and spend the New Year with your family.

Hearing the mysterious man's words, Blood stepped forward, took out the cheque that was placed on the table, and then bowed deeply towards the mysterious man, leaving with the others.

After everyone had left, the mysterious man slowly turned around. It was only the pitch black night, coupled with the faint light from the lamp, that made it impossible to see the mysterious man's face clearly. Perhaps he liked the darkness, or maybe he didn't like the bright light from the incandescent light.

The mysterious man walked to the table, sat down slowly, poured himself a cup of tea and finished it slowly. After a moment, he got up and ran out the door.

After arriving at the villa, he opened a black Mercedes-Benz with great familiarity and started the throttle. The car moved towards the driveway like a wild horse and gradually disappeared into the dark night.

In a very large villa in the suburbs. A youth that did not seem to be even twenty years old sat on the small roof of the villa, looking very young yet very dignified. He just sat there casually, but the faintly discernible air of a king filled the surroundings.

There were two other people on the rooftop, two young men. One of them was the mysterious person who had driven over here earlier.

Currently, he was dressed in casual attire, looking at the youth who sat there respectfully. Another twenty-one to twenty-two year old youth was standing respectfully in front of the youth, as if he was waiting for the youth to speak.

"You're here." The youth gently caressed his white hair that was blown by the wind as he spoke in a calm manner.

"Mistress, the matter that you told me to do has been completed. The other blood has already investigated the whereabouts of that person." The mysterious man said respectfully.

When the youth heard this, he slightly narrowed his calm eyes and carefully gazed into the distance, saying, "After hiding for so many years, he has finally revealed himself."

"Palace Mistress, you mean?" the mysterious man asked.

"No rush, send someone to keep an eye on him first, don't let him do any tricks." The youth calmly instructed.

"Juehai, there's one more thing I need you to help me investigate." Unknowingly, half of the jade pendant had been artificially cut out by the youth. As he played with the broken jade pendant, he spoke.

So it turned out that this mysterious man was called Suicide, a peerless existence.

"Asgard Master is too serious, to be able to serve Asgard Master is this subordinate's good fortune. May I know who Asgard Master has sent me to investigate this time?"

"Shadow will give you some information later, but I have to remind you that you have to do this personally." The youth known as the palace master was extremely serious at this moment.

Who was the person the blood investigated? What was their relationship? Who was this mysterious youth? Who is Suicide? What were they talking about? What was their purpose? What are their plans? What was all this for?