Chapter Eighty-Nine: Those Who Harm My Loved Ones Must Die!

The target has been confirmed eliminated. Mission accomplished.

Several kilometers away from Willow Return Garden, a man in a dark suit listened to the distant blast and curved his lips into a disdainful smile.

For a bomb of that magnitude, if placed on a middle floor of a building, it could bring the entire structure down in an instant.

“Trust Poison Scorpion, he never disappoints,” came the voice of Brother Bear over the phone.

“Brother Bear, he’s just a reckless young punk with no sense of vigilance. For something this simple, you had to call me all the way back from the Maldives?” Poison Scorpion shook his head and took a sip of red wine.

“A buyer paid a hefty price. We can’t very well turn down money on the Black Net,” Brother Bear said with a laugh.

“Well, that’s true enough. Find me a nightclub with some beautiful girls. I need to make up for my vacation properly!”

At the same time.

On the rooftop of a building in Willow Return Garden, shattered ruins lay strewn everywhere in utter chaos.

Half a minute later, a massive section of wall was shoved aside, and a young man coated in dust stood up from the wreckage.

Qin Mu held Luo Shui in his arms. She had been knocked unconscious by the shockwave of the explosion just now.

When he sensed something wrong with the lock cylinder, Qin Mu had instantly turned his back to shield Luo Shui from the blast.

Thanks to his protection, Luo Shui had suffered only some cuts from flying fragments on her arms and legs, without sustaining any serious injury.

It was just that this explosion had brought down the rooftop of the entire building.

“General, are you all right?”

Wu Mu pushed aside a section of ceiling and came up through the emergency passage.

He had never imagined that while he was merely downstairs parking the car, such a huge incident would occur.

Who was so brazen as to plant a bomb in a residential complex and openly attack a national general?

“I’m fine.”

Qin Mu brushed the dust from his shoulder.

His back had already been blasted open in a broad patch, and the black leisure suit was burned to a charred black.

Yet strangely enough, despite that terrifying explosion and the razor-sharp shards of tile flying everywhere, Qin Mu had not been wounded enough to draw a single drop of blood.

“I’ll investigate at once!” Wu Mu said.

“No need. I already know who it is.”

Qin Mu waved a hand.

The security in Willow Return Garden was excellent; ordinary people certainly could not bring in large quantities of explosives.

Someone who could slip in unnoticed and plant a bomb inside his home...

There was probably only the Black Net, which specialized in training assassins, that could do it.

“So he still refuses to give up, and has to come looking for a lesson.”

The person Qin Mu was speaking of was naturally Han Ziyu.

Though he had already experienced Qin Mu’s power, before that Han Ziyu had spent a great deal of money to hire assassins, and he was inevitably unwilling to let it go.

So what he had in mind was to let the Black Net do the killing, while he himself quickly left River City and washed his hands of it.

“Send people to the airport and other places to intercept him. Turn him and all his crimes over to the military, and let Liu Qiye deal with it.”

“As for the Black Net, should I handle that side?” Wu Mu volunteered.

To wound a national general was to challenge the authority of the military!

“You take Luo Shui to the hospital and guard her every step of the way. As for the Black Net...”

A chill sank to the bottom of Qin Mu’s clear eyes.

“I’ll go see for myself.”

...

Inside a luxurious nightclub.

Although it was still daylight outside, the atmosphere within was lively enough. Neon lights flickered in the dim surroundings, and the resident singer sang at the top of his lungs on the dance floor.

In a private booth, Poison Scorpion sat with his legs crossed, one beauty on each side, savoring the food fed to him by elegant hands.

“Brother Scorpion, didn’t you say a while ago that you were going away? Why are you back here keeping us sisters company?” a seductive beauty said as she leaned against Poison Scorpion’s side, slipping a peeled grape into his mouth.

Their nightclub had plenty of dealings with the Black Net.

Many assassins, after an exhausting job, liked to come here to relax, and the girls here all knew very well how to serve people.

“There was a big contract. They wanted me to kill someone. I finished it in just over ten minutes, so I came over to have some fun,” Poison Scorpion said, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.

Earning several million, even tens of millions, with such ease naturally put him in a very good mood.

As for the sudden explosion in the residential district, he could just arrange something later and say it was a gas canister or something of the sort.

In any case, he worked cleanly and left no trace; no matter what, it could never be traced back to him.

“That’s way too efficient,” the woman said, covering her mouth in surprise.

“What’s that worth? The biggest contract I ever took was from someone in a certain city who paid me thirty million to ruin a wealthy businessman, because that bastard not only slept with his wife, but also slept with his mistress.”

“To kill one man and get thirty million?”

Many of the women at the table fell silent at that. They had never imagined the assassin’s trade could be so profitable.

No wonder some people, even with broken heads and split faces, still tried to squeeze their way into the Black Net.

“Don’t think thirty million is a small sum. It isn’t easy to actually earn it.”

“That wealthy businessman had a bodyguard famous at home and abroad, a man with iron-hard training. Even a blade could strike him and leave no mark.”

“In the end, I fought him for several hours before I tortured him to death.”

As Poison Scorpion spoke, he picked up a glass of red wine from the table and took a large swallow.

“And don’t think thirty million is much. If you put it among all the bounty rankings on the Black Net, it wouldn’t even make the top ten.”

“Not even top ten for thirty million? Then what kind of job would the number one bounty be?”

Someone suddenly asked with curiosity.

Poison Scorpion paused, then gave a sinister smile. “The number one bounty? That goes back twenty years.”

“Twenty years ago... could it be that incident...?”

A cleverer hostess immediately understood.

“That’s right. The woman whose beauty could topple nations,” Poison Scorpion said, and just thinking of that woman made heat rise in his groin, fantasies surging uncontrollably.

“At the time, the River Alliance spared no expense to bring her down completely. They poured nearly a billion into hiring the Black Net and had every one of her trusted guards and close attendants killed off.”

“In the end, she could only stand alone, miserably facing the humiliation and trampling of the River Alliance.”

“What a pity. That beauty ended up leaping from a building to avoid defeat and killing herself. Otherwise, even her corpse would have been an unparalleled treasure in all the world—worth savoring properly!”

Poison Scorpion’s words sent a chill through everyone nearby.

Yet it seemed the crowd already knew his temperament well, and soon they adapted.

Just as they were drinking merrily...

An unfamiliar young man suddenly took the seat across from Poison Scorpion, casually picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a glass.

“Brother, this is a private booth. Have you taken the wrong seat?” Poison Scorpion clicked his tongue, his gaze gradually turning sharp.

For someone who did not understand the rules, if he was in a bad mood, he would kill them on the spot without a second thought.

“Didn’t sit in the wrong place. It’s exactly here.”

Qin Mu slowly raised his head and lifted the glass of red wine in a light toast toward Poison Scorpion.