285: Chapter 274: Mission Failed 285: Chapter 274: Mission Failed “Who called you?
That lord now knows what has happened here, so just wait for endless revenge,” the man said viciously, with no thought of begging for mercy.
“Go to hell, trying to fool me with that kind of acting?
The lord you mentioned is yourself, goddamnit—if I hadn’t been sharp-eyed and seen the fearful look in the eyes of those masked men watching you, I might have actually fallen for it,” Song Yun said as he stomped on the man’s hand, breaking it.
“You folks from the Great RB Empire really play dirty, though it’s effective, I have to admit, hmpf—if I hadn’t been prepared, you surely would have had me,” Song Yun kicked the man’s wound again.
“Kill me, just kill me,” the man moaned in agony.
His legs were broken, his right arm was useless, and even if he survived, he would be nothing but disabled.
A Toyota car, common in RB, stopped in front of an old-fashioned house; after waiting a moment, a man dressed in RB samurai attire, katana at his side, came out and scanned the driver with a detector before signaling inside.
After receiving the signal, the gate with a strange creature carved on it slowly opened, and the car drove straight in; a man rushed out of the car and hurried into the house.
The house had a distinctive RB style—the arrangement of objects and the carved beams all reflected the high class of the homeowner.
Walking down the corridor, the man saw a woman in a kimono passing by; he dared not linger his gaze and bowed before continuing forward, finally reaching his destination after a long walk.
He carefully knocked, and an old voice answered; given permission, the man took a deep breath, knowing the information he had to report was rather displeasing and hoping the esteemed elder of RB would not punish him.
The man opened the door, changed shoes at the entrance, and approached the elderly man who put down his book and smiled, “This has truly troubled you.”
The elder appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, his cheeks etched with dense wrinkles—but judging him by his appearance would be a grave mistake; you’d end up completely played by this man.
Having seen countless people slaughtered by this elder, the man knew his fierce nature, “I’m sorry, we have let you down.
Our mission in Sunan has completely failed; Lord Dechuan has been captured by the enemy.”
“Hmm?” The elder frowned upon hearing this, walked around three or four times on the floor, and then said, “Didn’t you assure me this mission was foolproof?
Now you’re telling me it failed?
What does this do to our reputation?”
Intimidated by the elder’s scolding, the man slammed his head on the ground, not daring to look up, “Our plan was indeed solid; we captured Song Yun’s woman and forced him into our trap with the intention of killing him in one fell swoop, but we underestimated Song Yun’s power.
According to the intelligence, the masters Song Yun brought to the rescue sent our people straight to Hell.”
“Do you mean that just a few people he brought over managed to slaughter all our elites from the Great RB Empire?
Are you suggesting they were all superhumans?” The elder suppressed a surge of anger and emptied his cup of tea in one gulp.
“It seems so,” the man said tremblingly.
“Today I realized that before absolute power, all schemes are illusions, and our men facing theirs was simply a mistake.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” the elder asked, half-hiding his face behind the tea cup.
“I think we should deploy the Ghost Ninjas.
Even if the enemy has great power, they can’t stop us from restoring our family’s reputation,” the man licked his lips, feeling the longer he stayed in front of this elder, the more endangered he was, so he quickly proposed a solution.
“Ghost Ninjas?” the elder sneered, then suddenly smashed the tea cup on the man’s head and shouted, “Do you know how many Ghost Ninjas we even have?
They are all highly trained and costly assets to our family.
Now that our motives are exposed, even if deploying the Ghost Ninjas makes the mission successful, do you think there are no masters in Huaxia?”
“You may dissolve your team,” the elder sighed and said, “The enemy isn’t too clever, it’s just you being too foolish, always resorting to brute force.
Leave this matter; I will find others to handle it.”
“Alright.” Although the man seemed heartbroken, inside he was relieved, damn whoever wanted to take the hot potato next.
Since creating this unit, he had been suffering from sleepless nights for fear of upsetting this elder, but now he was finally at ease.
The man bid farewell to the elder and withdrew.
But no sooner had he closed the door than someone came from behind; before he could react, a katana was thrust into his back.
The man looked back in disbelief but collapsed before uttering a word.
For people like him, the moment they lost their value was the moment of their death; never imagine you can completely escape the organization—it’s a foolish thought.
With a wave of his hand, the man wielding the katana signaled for several others to remove the body, also wiping the blood splattered on the door meticulously clean.
“My lord, what should we do next?
Our employer has begun to press; if this mission is declared a failure again, our power in the underworld will be greatly underestimated, which is unfavorable for our family,” the man asked after kneeling down once the cleanup was done.
“Go invite Lord Ju, I need to discuss something with him,” the elder waved his hand.
Sitting in his chair, the elder sighed helplessly.
Despite two attempts to expand out of Huaxia, his family had not only failed to achieve anything but had also lost many men in the minor region of Sunan.
That plan presented by the man just killed had seemed feasible, but that damn Song Yun was too cunning, disrupting his plans completely.