After finishing off all the assassins in the farm, Long Xiao quickly left. The commotion he'd caused was considerable, and it wouldn't be long before the police showed up.
Reaching the farm's entrance, Long Xiao saw several bodies lying on the ground, their heads blown apart by bullets, leaving large holes in the back of their skulls.
As Long Xiao scanned the area, searching for whoever had killed these assassins, a red Ferrari slowly drove up.
“Little brother, need a ride?”
The speaker was a seemingly pure-looking, red-haired rebellious girl with a radiant, sunny smile.
Long Xiao blinked in surprise. Upon closer inspection, he realized this girl was Ye Xiao.
“You used the money I gave you to buy a sports car,” Long Xiao said, eyeing the Ferrari with displeasure. “Are you going or not? If not, I’m leaving.”
Long Xiao quickly opened the car door and got in. Ye Xiao rolled her eyes at him and said, “The money is mine, I can spend it however I want. What’s wrong with buying a car?”
Long Xiao chuckled sheepishly. “Nothing, I just wanted to ask if the money was enough. If not, I can transfer you some more. Just make sure not to mistreat your subordinates; they work very hard.”
“If it’s not enough, I’ll ask you for more. I’m very economical with my spending,” Ye Xiao said as she started the car.
Soon, they were back in Donghai. As they got out, Long Xiao took out his phone and transferred another fifty million yuan to Ye Xiao’s bank card.
“Buy some cars for the brothers, get some good ones,” Long Xiao said as he got out of the car after the transfer.
“That’s more like it. Bosses who pay generously and don’t expect overtime are rare these days. We’ll work hard for you, boss,” Ye Xiao said with a smile.
After getting out of the car, Long Xiao remembered Ye Xiao’s senior sister and asked, “Ye Xiao, can you bring your senior sister over too?”
“My senior sister is a money-grubber. How much can you give her?” Ye Xiao asked.
“Whatever you say. A few hundred million is up to you.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll embezzle your money?”
“Of course not. How much do you want, I’ll give it to you. Do you even need to embezzle?” Long Xiao said with a chuckle.
“I’m off, boss, going to spend your money. It’s a hassle not knowing how to spend so much,” she said.
With that, the red Ferrari roared to life, its engine's rumble echoing as it sped down the quiet street and quickly disappeared into the distance.
Long Xiao smiled and turned towards his apartment complex. As he neared the entrance, he took out a human skin mask from his backpack and disguised himself as Hu Lei once again.
Back in his apartment, he washed up and lay on his bed, soon falling asleep.
While Long Xiao slept soundly, a large contingent of police officers in Donghai and Pingcheng were busy.
With so many people dead and a significant amount of firearms left at the scene, they had no choice but to be busy.
Relatively speaking, the Donghai police officers were more relaxed. They had received a notice from above before the incident, instructing them to clean up the scene at dawn and not to investigate.
The city police department ordered the officers assigned to clean up the scene to only collect the bodies, clear the area, ask no questions, and disclose nothing.
The entire process was shrouded in mystery. Although people privately speculated about what had happened, no one dared to ask more questions, or even to discuss it in private.
The Pingcheng police officers were in a state of disarray. The murder of dozens of people was an unprecedented homicide. The scene was a mess, with some individuals having their heads blown off and others decapitated.
The director of the Pingcheng Police Department, standing at the crime scene, turned pale. All the victims were foreigners. If the case wasn't solved quickly, his own position would be in jeopardy.
“Mobilize all city police officers and investigate thoroughly. We must find the killer,” the Pingcheng Police Director roared in exasperation.
The officers surrounding the director also had pale faces. It was their first time seeing so many foreigners dead in Pingcheng.
At eight in the morning, the Pingcheng Police Director was contemplating how to report the incident when his phone rang.
“Director Lu, our side…”
Answering the call, the Pingcheng Police Director intended to first report the situation on his end.
“I know what happened on your end,” Lu Tianxing’s voice said calmly. “Your responsibility is to clean up the scene. Take the bodies, cremate them directly, no need to file a case or investigate.”
“Director Lu, this…”
“Don’t ask why, just follow orders.”
Lu Tianxing hung up the phone. The Pingcheng Police Director wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Pingcheng was a subordinate city of Donghai, and Lu Tianxing was his superior. With Lu Tianxing telling him not to handle the matter, his tense mood immediately relaxed.
Although the police were attempting to suppress the news, a large number of images still circulated online. Various speculations arose, rumors spread like wildfire, and the public became increasingly uneasy. The incident quickly spread throughout China. Before noon, pictures of the Pingcheng massacre even appeared on foreign websites.
On a towering mountain peak in the Middle East sat a vast palace complex. In the main hall, a white-haired elder sat on a sofa, watching the computer screen in front of him, his hand trembling involuntarily.
An elder in a red and black robe stumbled into the palace and shouted, “It’s bad! It’s bad! All the assassins sent to China are dead.”
“Useless! A bunch of useless people! So many of them went to kill one person, and they all died,” the white-haired elder clenched his fists tightly and shouted fiercely.
“Venerable One, China is full of hidden talents. It is said there are many reclusive sects. Could it be that those reclusive sects made a move?” the robed elder asked.
The white-haired elder pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, “Impossible. Chinese reclusive sects rarely appear in the secular world, and they do not concern themselves with worldly affairs. Back then, when China was invaded by a large number of foreign enemies and was on the brink of collapse, the reclusive sects did not intervene.”
“If not the reclusive sects, then who? Among those who went this time were disciples of the Ancient Gods. How could Chinese martial artists kill them?”
“Why is it impossible? China’s five great families have Heaven Realm martial artists, and China may also have disciples of the Ancient Gods.”
“Venerable One, before this matter is clarified, we should not send anyone else to China.”
The white-haired elder nodded. “Immediately send people to investigate. They must have official identities when they go.”
“Venerable One, would it be easier to investigate if we send people as journalists?”
The white-haired elder shook his head. “No, China is very wary of foreign journalists. It would be best if they were doctors without borders from the International Medical Association.”
“Understood. I will arrange it immediately,” the robed elder nodded and backed out of the palace.
Looking at the bloody images on the computer, the white-haired elder muttered to himself, “Who could it be, who has such power to decapitate disciples of the Ancient Gods? It’s incredible. This matter must be investigated thoroughly, otherwise, I, the Old Man in the Mountains, will be destroyed again.”