“Of course, I’ll transfer the money right now.”
“But speaking of which, your organization doesn’t collect money using private accounts, does it?” Chi Hong asked.
After all, law enforcement existed in this world, and money for hiring hitmen couldn’t flow through normal channels.
“Of course, I’ll swipe it!” The red-haired woman pulled out something resembling a point-of-sale machine, only much more compact.
Chi Hong very straightforwardly pulled out his card and paid the money.
A smile instantly appeared on Number 73’s face.
This was considered extra income—essentially a ‘tip’—and she could apply to have all of it deposited into her personal account.
“Then I have one more request.” Chi Hong struck while the iron was hot, holding up a single finger.
“Seeing as you know the score, I won’t take this money for nothing.
What do you need help with?”
“However, let’s get one thing straight.
If it’s an assassination, we handle it strictly as business.
Personal ties and work can’t be mixed.” The sinister man spouted a bunch of nonsense, but his price was indeed very low.
Chi Hong shook his head, pulled his cap down, and said, “I want to join the assassin organization.”
“Hahahaha, you’re killing me, little brother.
Are you joking?”
“To join the assassin organization and share their intelligence, the entry fee alone is a million.
You…” Number 73 paused mid-sentence, stunned.
“Kid, that million wasn’t meant to be the entry fee, was it?” The smile vanished from Number 73’s face.
The rules of the assassin organization had to be obeyed.
A tip was a tip, and public funds were public funds; no one dared to cross that line.
“Hehe…” Chi Hong chuckled.
The veins on the sinister man’s forehead bulged, and he was immediately ready to attack.
“Han Wu, wait!” Number 73 stopped the sinister man, looked at Chi Hong, and said, “Fine, you’re a bit mischievous, kid, but I don’t care about that.
Anyway, if I act as your handler, I still get to take a cut of your earnings!”
“You’d better complete your part-time missions.
If you accept them but drag your feet for too long, the organization will come looking for trouble.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Of course, just give me an A-Rank mission first so I can warm up.” Chi Hong’s tone lacked any seriousness, even sounding slightly dismissive.
This was intentional.
He wanted to leave these two members of the assassin organization with the impression that he was an arrogant brat who was completely out of his depth.
“Hmph…”
“I’m leaving if there’s nothing else.” The sinister man named Han Wu snorted coldly and turned to leave.
His relationship with Number 73 seemed to be unusual.
Of course, it’s just a codename.
I need to register this codename under my roster of part-time assassins.” Number 73 sat back down on the bench, speaking in a casual tone as she crossed her long legs once again.
Chi Hong didn’t even have to think before spitting out a single word: “Red.”
“Red?”
“Yes, Red.”
“Alright, you can use Mr.
Li’s phone.
That’s a dedicated phone for assassins; you just need to change the ID to yours.” Number 73 beckoned to Chi Hong.
Understanding her intent, Chi Hong immediately handed Old Li’s phone over to her.
After fiddling with it for a short while, Number 73 handed the phone back to him.
“The part-time missions are all on here.
If you want to take one, you can accept it directly on the device.
But to collect the payment, you have to contact me.
Since you’re a part-timer, the money is transferred to me first, and I’ll take a tiny kickback from you.” Number 73 explained, holding up her fingers with black manicured nails to gesture a small amount.
“Can’t you just transfer it directly?
Why do we have to meet in person?” Chi Hong asked in confusion.
“The assassin organization has no way to conduct normal transactions.
The two parties must be within five meters of each other, though I don’t know why.”
“I have no idea which guy set that rule, but anyway, transfers are impossible beyond five meters.”
“Alright, I’ll be waiting for the day I get to take your kickback.” Number 73 winked her right eye at Chi Hong, turned around, and left.
“Idiot, so what if you know there’s a million-dollar entry fee?
As long as he’s registered under my account, half of that million belongs to me, Lu Yao!”
“Lalalala~~” Lu Yao hummed a little tune, skipping along.
The high heels of her boots clicked against the road, sounding extremely crisp in the silent night.
From a certain direction, Chi Hong watched her with a calm expression, then lowered his head and left.
Just as he left his original spot, a pair of eyes brimming with a sense of ‘deceit’ swept a glance at Lu Yao before following in Chi Hong’s footsteps.
As Chi Hong walked, he refreshed the missions.
His interface was full of C-Rank ones, which were the lowest level missions.
The payouts were generally between one and two million.
“Looking at it this way, a one million entry fee really isn’t expensive.
As long as I casually accept and complete a few, I’ll make a profit.”
“It’s just that…” Chi Hong had no way of judging the character of the people on this hit list.
“Is Jinling City…
really this chaotic?” Chi Hong couldn’t help but sigh.
He had come into contact with the dark side of this world.
Beside him, Zoroark was also staring at the screen.
It seemed to know what Chi Hong was trying to do.
“Woo…” Zoroark let out a soft whimper, then pointed a red claw at Chi Hong’s phone.
Chi Hong tapped it open to take a look.
Boss Cai, loan sharking, predatory lending, forcing women to sell their bodies to repay debts using naked loans.
“Unbelievable, three women were even forced to commit suicide, and the payout is only…
four hundred thousand?”
“The client’s identity is hidden; they do a good job with client privacy.
Logically, for such a massive faction to have been entrenched in this world for so long, their intelligence network definitely shouldn’t be an issue.”
Chi Hong sent a message directly to Number 73, forwarding the commission to her.
In a certain residential complex, Lu Yao had just returned home.
She kicked off her boots and took off her red wig; she actually looked incredibly pure and innocent.
“Oh?
So impatient?
Taking a mission already?” Lu Yao quickly pulled up the target’s information and sent it to Chi Hong.
“Red, the accuracy rate of the target’s intel is eighty-seven percent.
His current location is the Peerless Nightclub.
Are you making a move tonight?” She drafted a message and sent it to Chi Hong.
Chi Hong glanced at Zoroark.
Zoroark raised its head, a treacherous smile appearing on its face.
It was the Illusion Fox Pokémon after all; his particular one seemed to possess an even stronger trait of deceit.
Chi Hong smiled, reached out to pat Zoroark’s head, and then replied to the message.
Red: He won’t live past three in the morning.
Number 73: Okay.
Lu Yao, who had just opened a can of cola at home, took a screenshot of the interface and sent it to a girl.
Inside the Peerless Nightclub, a girl who had just finished serving a client lay on the bed with an ashen face.
Her phone flashed.
Like a puppet, she picked it up and took a look.
A glimmer of light instantly appeared in her eyes.