Seeing Qin Yexuan's indifferent demeanor, Assistant En felt he must be crazy.
"Jin Jihao has only lost one squad captain, and the Seventh Squad still has over two hundred mid-level cultivators. You want to eliminate him and incorporate those desperados? That's a pipe dream."
Qin Yexuan smiled, "But for you, there's no loss. If I fail, I'll just die there. You won't lose anything, nor will you be implicated."
Assistant En couldn't help but nod.
This uncle from Great Xia was like a gift delivered to their doorstep.
"Assistant En, by doing this, I'm offering you a token of allegiance. Do you know what a token of allegiance is?"
"I do... I've been studying Great Xia culture recently, and I'm doing very well."
"Then, I need a little help from you now."
"What?"
Qin Yexuan took out the gun in his hand and waved it, "This thing isn't working well anymore, and I'm too lazy to fix it. Please help me provide similar weapons from before the spiritual energy resurgence. For handguns, I prefer Glock 19s, Walther PPQs, and Colt semi-automatic weapons."
Assistant En was stunned.
Then she paced back and forth several times. After making up her mind, she picked up her phone, "Steward Zhang, please come over. Remember to bring the warehouse key."
As a conglomerate founded by the former leader of Gaoli Dao, the Jin Shi Conglomerate naturally had its own special arsenal.
After the spiritual energy resurgence, old weapons were discarded. Steward Zhang, having nothing to do, became Kim Go-hee's household manager.
This Steward Zhang, with a look of anticipation, led Qin Yexuan to the underground warehouse.
It was filled with stacks of banknotes, all new bills.
"Heh heh, boy, see? The money that used to drive everyone crazy and make them fight... now it's replaced by spiritual energy points. It's not even as good as toilet paper anymore, it's painful to even wipe your butt with. Just like those weapons in the back..."
Steward Zhang pressed a switch, and lights flickered on. In the depths of the warehouse, as vast as a stadium, rows upon rows of shelves were filled with weapons.
Civilian, standard issue, special forces grade, all sorts.
Individual weapons were gathered here, even portable anti-tank missiles.
"The three types you like are all close to being phased out. The Glock 19, a little sweet treat, Austrian-made semi-automatic pistol, has too few usable tactical attachments, and its ammunition types are limited to just a few. The standard magazine capacity is 15 rounds..."
Steward Zhang spoke fluently, as if listing his family treasures, "The Walther P99, an old fellow, uses Rimfire ammunition, its accuracy is relatively poor, and the standard magazine capacity is 12 rounds..."
Qin Yexuan glanced at him, "Old man, which model do you think is suitable? Can you recommend one?"
"None are suitable. Weapons from before the spiritual energy resurgence were specialized for different environments, so they all have flaws. However, I can craft a custom one for you."
Steward Zhang rubbed his hands, unable to hide his excitement, "Honestly, it surprises me that there are still people who like old weapons. If you like it, I made one by hand about six months ago..."
He eagerly presented a magnificent gun case.
Qin Yexuan opened the box, revealing a silver-gray handgun with a multi-functional tactical attachment, equipped with a red dot sight, laser aiming, and also usable as a tactical flashlight.
The magazine was modular and could be disassembled. When combined, it could provide a capacity of up to 57 rounds.
The grip felt excellent, and the specially crafted weight distribution ensured accuracy.
As Qin Yexuan handled the gun, he saw a blue dragon printed on the grip with a special golden material.
"My unique emblem. This gun is called the Azure Dragon!"
"Well, Steward Zhang, are you interested in continuing to research weapons? I might need more weapons of different styles in the future."
Steward Zhang's brows, previously furrowed, smoothed out with excitement, "Then, I'll have to ask the young lady."
"No need to ask. I can make the decision. Uncle Zhang will be in charge of this from now on," Assistant En said quickly.
She held considerable authority and was Kim Go-hee's most trusted confidante.
Qin Yexuan followed Assistant En out. The interior of the building was already showing signs of unrest.
"Just got the news. Jin Jihao has urgently recalled one hundred and twenty members of the Seventh Squad. His territory is mainly on the 40th and 41st floors."
Assistant En opened the electronic map of the building, displaying a model of the skyscraper.
"This building is 61 stories tall. The lower 30 floors are rented out to various small factions. From the 31st floor upwards is the Jin Shi Conglomerate's office area. Floors 31 to 39 are for employees and administrative departments."
Assistant En tapped the screen, "From the 40th floor onwards, it's the territory of the directors."
Qin Yexuan studied it carefully. Kim Tae-hyung, the strongest, controlled the entire block of 11 floors from 50 to 60. Kim Go-hee only had the 61st floor office. As for Jin Jihao, he was indeed the weakest, controlling only two floors. The remaining two major figures controlled 3 to 5 floors each.
As expected of a Gaoli conglomerate, their territories were clearly defined, and it all depended on who controlled more floors.
Assistant En led Qin Yexuan to Kim Go-hee's private lounge and thoughtfully prepared a company suit and a trench coat designed by a renowned designer.
Qin Yexuan bathed, changed, shaved, and had his hair cut.
The trench coat was filled with magazines, and the Azure Dragon gun was loaded. Qin Yexuan walked out slowly, his hand still unaccustomed to his smooth chin. Assistant En, who had been waiting anxiously, her eyes lit up.
"Uncle, you're actually very handsome, very handsome indeed. You even resemble that young beauty in the photo."
Qin Yexuan smiled faintly and entered the elevator, "Take me to the 40th floor!"
Assistant En hesitated, "Uncle, are you really going to charge in alone? Jin Jihao has gathered over a hundred subordinates."
Qin Yexuan chuckled, "I have helpers too."
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Even with the "Everyone is Equal" bug-level ability, turning hundreds of cultivators into ordinary people would still be a suicidal mission with just one gun and seven magazines.
If the opponent reacted, they could overwhelm the current Qin Yexuan with sheer numbers.
Qin Yexuan looked up inside the slowly descending elevator.
An opening appeared above the elevator, and a lion-cat emerged.
"Cat, go inform Fo Lian on the rooftop. It's time to get to work!"
With a click, Qin Yexuan loaded a bullet. The elevator doors in front opened again, revealing a spacious reception hall.
In the reception hall, several front desk girls looked at him in terror and reached for their phones.
Qin Yexuan smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid. My target is only Jin Jihao. I only want his head."
Behind the hall was a metal door, a heavy, custom-made alloy door.
Qin Yexuan walked to the front desk girls and directly snatched the key from one of their necks, "Miss, I declare this floor off-duty and on holiday. Inform everyone to leave, remember, it's paid leave."
The receptionist stared at him dumbfounded as he left, her mouth agape.
Qin Yexuan opened the alloy door, and hundreds of mid-level cultivators stood before him.
They held various spirit-infused weapons, blocking the long corridor, all sneering at the fool who had come to die.
Jin Jihao stood at the back, ridiculously holding a megaphone, "Little brat, are you the assassin hired by that little kid Kim Go-hee?"
Qin Yexuan directly drew his gun. The "Everyone is Equal" barrier expanded rapidly, and he fired seven shots in quick succession.
Seven cultivators at the forefront fell.
Steward Zhang's custom-made bullets shattered after entering their bodies at high speed, making the fallen cultivators look like shattered ragdolls.
Qin Yexuan looked at the petrified Jin Jihao behind them, "I only want this idiot's head. The Seventh Squad will be pardoned if they surrender! This is the order of the heir of the Jin Shi Conglomerate, Miss Kim Go-hee!"