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On the large double bed, the messy silk sheets were mostly dragging on the floor.

Two overturned wine glasses spilled wine, leaving a dark red stain on the carpet.

The air was thick with the strong smell of alcohol, and a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere hung in the air.

The entire suite was a mess.

Night Owl wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, got up from the floor, and grabbed a silk bathrobe to put on.

He then went to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses of whiskey.

When you pick up the glass, the ice cubes inside collide with the glass, making a crisp sound.

"Want a drink?"

Night Owl turned around and handed over one of the glasses of whiskey.

"unnecessary."

White Ghost coldly refused, not taking the glass.

Feeling awkward, Night Owl withdrew his hand and took a sip of strong liquor.

The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, dispelling the lingering fear that had been in his body.

The Ghost raised its gloved right hand and gently pressed the mechanical buckle on the side of its neck.

With a soft metallic clicking sound, the full-face mask retracted to the sides, disappearing beneath the collar and revealing the true face.

It was a pale face, almost devoid of color, with a jawline as sharp as if carved by a knife.

A thin, long scar ran diagonally across his left brow bone, paired with those cold, grayish-white eyes.

Like some cold-blooded reptile, it was staring at him, revealing pure indifference and bloodlust.

The owl lowered its eyelids, concealing the fleeting jealousy and helplessness in its eyes.

Once upon a time, in the Black Shark organization's assassin lineup, he was ranked alongside Ghost Scythe and White Ghost as one of the three aces.

They are all at the upper-tier S-class level, and the difference in strength is not significant. He and Ghost Scythe are even known as the organization's left and right protectors.

But now, he is indulging in the pleasures of money and beautiful women, and has long since lost the vigor of his youth.

However, the battle maniac White Ghost recently performed a great service and received a personal reward from that person, breaking through the shackles of his genes and joining the ranks of super S-class monsters.

The current Ghost has been directly pushed to the forefront by the former leader, Lord Cloud, and is temporarily taking over the position of leader of Black Shark.

Although Night Owl was subordinate to him, he still preferred to call him "Commander" as before.

But no matter how resentful he was, he could only obediently bow his head in the face of absolute power.

"Commander."

Night Owl took a sip of his drink, calmed himself down, and adopted a very proper attitude:

"Why did you suddenly come to Dongdu?"

White Ghost didn't immediately pay attention to Night Owl's inner grumbling.

He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, placed one hand on the glass, and looked down at the bustling city night view.

The pure white figure, illuminated by the neon lights, exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

As he fell silent, the temperature in the suite seemed to drop several degrees.

The stench of blood emanating from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made Night Owl's breathing difficult.

White Ghost gazed at the night view outside the window for a long time before finally speaking:
"Black Shark's recent losses have exceeded that person's tolerance limit."

The voice of the White Ghost echoed in the hotel suite.

After removing the voice changer, his original voice was deep and sharp, exuding a chilling coldness.

As he spoke, he turned around, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, his greyish-white eyes staring blankly at the night owl:

"During the time I was training in another world, the management of the organization was handed over to you and Ghost Scythe, and now it has become a mess."

"One died a gruesome death, the other is obsessed with women. In your hands, has Black Shark become a soft persimmon to be trampled on at will?"

Upon hearing this, Night Owl tightened his grip on the wine glass, and his expression darkened.

He didn't immediately argue, but walked to the sofa, sat down, and placed his wine glass on the marble coffee table.

Then, he spoke in a low voice:
"Indeed, Ghost Scythe came to Dongdu on a mission and unfortunately died at the hands of the legendary killer 'White Owl'."

"But this was a mission assigned from above, and the target involved core secrets. We did not receive detailed intelligence information beforehand, and no one expected such a monster to appear out of nowhere."

"If we have to assign blame, it's because our pre-operation investigation was insufficient, and we clearly underestimated Bai Xiao's strength."

"This is entirely my fault, and I am willing to take full responsibility and will not shirk it."

After saying that, Night Owl poured himself another glass of whiskey and gulped it down.

The strong liquor burned down his throat and into his stomach. He slammed the empty glass heavily on the table, adopting an attitude of accepting whatever punishment he was given and having no objections.

"And what about that ghost fox?"

White Ghost looked at him expressionlessly:
"Even the head of the Xia Kingdom base has disappeared. The organization has suffered repeated heavy blows and lost several key generals recently. How are you going to explain this to your superiors?"

Night Owl put down his glass, forced a bitter smile, and gave a forced, unpleasant look.

"I have no way of explaining this matter. I can only say that I've been having a run of bad luck and have run into tough opponents one after another."

He paused, sinking slightly into the soft sofa cushions, his tone tinged with self-deprecation:

"Actually, I told you long ago that with my abilities and personality, I am completely unsuitable to be the leader of the organization."

“If Ghost Scythe hadn’t died, and you hadn’t chosen to go into seclusion to cultivate, I wouldn’t have had to take over Black Shark’s mess, and these messes might never have happened.”

Despite the complaints from his former colleagues, Silence Ghost remained indifferent.

He looked down at the person on the sofa without even raising an eyebrow.

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Night Owl sighed, picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass of whiskey, trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

White Ghost stared at him coldly for a moment, then said:

"I have no interest in hearing your explanations of what has already happened."

"Now is not the time to discuss who should take the blame, but how to resolve the problem. First, explain clearly how Ghost Fox was brought down."

Upon hearing this, Night Owl, holding his wine glass, sat up straight:
"After I received the news about Ghost Fox's disappearance, I sent people to the base to investigate it carefully."

"According to the reports below, two weeks ago, three elite assassins from the base defected and joined an organization called the 'Illuminati'."

"And this organization's area of ​​operation happens to be in Dongdu. In order to clean house, Ghost Fox secretly mobilized a small elite team to track down the defectors and prepare to make their arrest."

"But after that, their signal was completely cut off, and they never sent any messages back to the base again."

White Ghost's gaze darkened:
"Where were they last seen?" "It's unclear."

Night Owl shook his head:

"This was a spur-of-the-moment secret operation. Apart from the people involved, they didn't leave any specific tracking routes for anyone else in the base."

Upon hearing this, White Ghost's brows furrowed even more deeply:
"A covert operation?"

The owl nodded slightly:

"Before their defection, the three men stole a secret scroll containing a list of numerous Black Shark organization members operating in China."

"Ghost Fox kept it from me and dared not report it. He secretly gathered his confidants, intending to snatch the list back, cover up the mess, and then report back."

A glint flashed in White Ghost's eyes, suddenly revealing a murderous intent:
"Unauthorized mobilization of personnel and concealment of crucial intelligence. Such fools who put personal interests above organizational discipline deserve to die."

Night Owl put down his glass and echoed:

"That's what I thought too. I originally planned to find Ghost Fox and the others and punish them severely according to organizational discipline."

At this point, his tone became very serious:
"But afterwards I sent more people to search all the organization's strongholds in Dongdu. I even asked the Xiao family and the Noah organization, but there was no news of their whereabouts. We didn't even find a single corpse or remains."

Night Owl looked at White Ghost and said, word by word, "I love you."

"Twelve elite assassins, plus Ghost Fox with S-class abilities, vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air."

White Ghost's expression remained unchanged; he simply crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and then asked:
"What is the origin of that Light Society?"

"This is an organization that suddenly appeared; we've never heard of it in the underworld before."

Night Owl slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"The intelligence department used all available channels, but they still couldn't uncover the details and specific membership structure of the Illuminati."

"All I know is that they recently made deals on the black market with some local thugs in Dongdu, and there was a conflict of interest. So the leader of the Illuminati took action himself and uprooted them overnight. His methods were extremely ruthless and he was definitely not a kind person."

“I suspect that since Ghost Fox’s goal was to retrieve the list and hunt down the traitors, their disappearance must be related to this organization. It’s even possible that the organization was behind the three defectors stealing the list.”

Night Owl rubbed his throbbing temples, lifted his eyelids, and looked more wary:

"Although Ghost Fox is not good at direct combat, he is still one of the only seven S-class experts in the organization."

"The fact that his team could disappear without a trace, leaving not a single survivor, is enough to show that the Illuminati's methods of cleaning up the scene are extremely professional. Moreover, their overall strength is definitely not weak, and they may even... be hiding top-tier combat power beyond S-class."

The owl raised its head and tentatively looked at the white figure standing by the window:
"You've come here this time intending to personally avenge Ghost Scythe and the others?"

"Revenge? I don't need to even consider such a worthless emotion."

White Ghost lowered his arms, walked to the coffee table, and said disdainfully:
"The world is a dog-eat-dog world, and death only proves that they were too weak."

His gaze, across the coffee table, landed on Night Owl's face, and his tone became extremely stern:
"Don't forget, Black Shark is just a weapon we use in the underworld. Our true home is 'Utopia'."

Night Owl's expression turned serious, and he unconsciously sat up straight.

As core members of the ideal world, the two were naturally aware of the behemoth hidden behind the Black Shark and the godlike methods of its leader.

"Our leader regards the Eastern Capital as the most important chessboard, where an extremely important plan is being carried out, and it is currently at a critical stage. Even Lord Claude has come to the Eastern Capital to personally oversee the operation and ensure that everything goes smoothly."

After giving a lecture, White Ghost continued:

"This sudden emergence of the Illuminati is indeed a variable. Lord Claude's order is that the situation in Xia Kingdom is currently very complicated, and we cannot act rashly for the time being."

"Therefore, you'd better use the organization's intelligence network in Dongdu to secretly investigate Bai Xiao and the Illuminati first, find out their true background, and then decide on a countermeasure."

Night Owl secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Being cautious and timid by nature, what he feared most was that White Ghost might act impulsively and come to him with a katana.

If we run into a brick wall again, he'll be dragged down with us.

"Understood, I will personally oversee the intelligence gathering work."

Night Owl immediately nodded in agreement.

White Ghost reached behind her and grasped the hilt of her sword, slowly drawing it back from its sheath.

He lowered his head, looking at the gleaming, piercing edge of the blade.

"If it weren't for the leader's orders to focus on the grand plan of creating a new world... I really want to meet the top masters of Xia Kingdom and verify the new swordsmanship I've comprehended in this other world."

White Ghost's hand gripped the knife handle tightly, and a faint white aura swirled between her fingers.

"To be able to kill Oni-Kami head-on, his punches must be incredibly fast."

"I haven't felt the pain of being injured in a long time. I wonder if that man's strength can shatter my bones. Only the blood of the strong is worthy of staining my sword."

Night Owl was taken aback: "The president of the Illuminati?"

"What's so special about a local thug that can only hide in the shadows that's worth me taking action against?"

White Ghost snorted softly:
"I want to meet that serial killer, White Owl."

Upon hearing this, the owl's eye twitched slightly.

White Ghost flicked her wrist, and the longsword rang precisely back into its sheath.

He raised his hand to close his mask, and a rare hint of fanaticism flickered in his cold, synthesized voice:

“We both share the surname Bai, and we both believe in the ultimate physical power and pure martial arts. I believe that if we were to fight, we would get along very well.”

As soon as he finished speaking, White Ghost's body changed again.

Thick white mist rose from beneath his feet and quickly enveloped his entire body.

The optical cloaking nanomaterials were reactivated, and his figure gradually became transparent with the mist, his outline beginning to blend into the surrounding air.

In just a few seconds.

As the fog dissipated, the White Ghost completely disappeared from the suite.

It left no trace, and even the deadly sense of oppression vanished.

Night Owl sat alone on the sofa, looking out at the empty floor-to-ceiling window.

He then picked up the whiskey bottle on the coffee table, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

After downing the strong liquor, he exhaled a long breath of alcohol and slammed the bottle heavily onto the marble table.

Of Black Shark's three trump cards, one is now dead and the other is arrogant.

Faced with the complex situation in Dongdu and the terrifying killer Bai Xiao, Ye Xiao was already trembling with fear, as if walking a tightrope.

Now, encountering an unfathomable illuminatory, that feeling of unease is growing stronger and stronger.

"Sigh, this boss's seat is fucking inhuman..."

He sighed, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom to wash away the remaining cold sweat. (End of Chapter)