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Yang Lin nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yes, it was that guy's, but I have already dealt with him."

"That's good."

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Black Soul opened the box on the passenger seat and started searching.

Noticing the abnormality of the black soul, Yang Lin glanced at him and asked doubtfully:

"What are you doing, looking for money?"

"Let me be clear, there's nothing good in this car."

"I'm not looking for money. I'm looking for something. Wait a minute... I found it."

Dark Soul straightened up, with a card in his hand.

"That's it. I just guessed that someone must have organized a large-scale meeting to allow 120 mission targets to appear in the same city at the same time."

The handwriting printed on the card was crooked and did not resemble the language of any country on earth.

But Dark Soul knew what font this was.

Foreign letters.

As someone who grew up under the command of the head of Yama Palace, he has been constantly trained since he can remember.

In addition to learning languages ​​of various countries, he also heard of foreign languages.

He could roughly understand the contents of the paper.

"November 3rd, Mingling... Hall? No, it seems to be the Mingling Golf Course. We will invite people from all over the country who have the same dream to discuss and share experiences. Please arrive on time."

Yang Lin murmured: "Mingling Golf Course... Po, can you use the navigation map?"

Dark Soul nodded.

"meeting."

After some tinkering, a map appeared on the middle display.

The map automatically marked the green route, and the robotic Korean lady’s voice began to navigate.

Yang Lin turned the steering wheel and turned right.

As for the main assassination mission, they have no information at the moment.

I don't know who the person is, what his name is, gender, height, weight, realm of cultivation, etc.

Instead of this, it would be better to complete the side quest at hand first.

Inside the Australian Assassin's Temple.

Looking at a speeding yellow sports car on the big screen, the leader of Qi Sha Sect let out a long sigh and lay down on the chair.

He fanned himself and said, "Ah~ This kid really didn't disappoint me. After solving the first assassination target, he followed the clues and found the headquarters directly."

"Now, I guess we will take all the heads of the additional assassination targets."

Black Rakshasa also laughed.

"This time, I, the disciple of Yama Palace, have benefited from the Seven Colors Sect. Qi Sha, after this competition is over, I will come to your house in person with some good wine, and we will have a drink together."

The Seven Killers Sect Leader: "Well, it just so happens that I seldom drink alcohol recently. Black Rakshasa, I have been looking forward to your private collection of Lingshen Immortal Wine for a long time."

"Haha, I didn't expect you knew all this. Don't worry, I still have a jar. I'll give you a few bottles later."

Black Rakshasa waved his hand, very generously.

Winning the reward in this assassin competition is not important. Each of the eight major assassin organizations has a valuable treasure.

Treasures are not important, what matters most is face.

When one’s cultivation reaches this level, everything becomes insignificant.

Money, fame, and everything else are external to our body.

But the only thing that cannot be given up is face.

As the saying goes, a person’s true death is not physical death, but social death.

Once you lose face, it will be difficult to get it back.

"Tsk, you know that making noises in public is prohibited."

David Stephen said with a pout.

The two of them didn't use any spiritual energy to communicate at all just now, they just expressed their true feelings openly.

Really, really have no quality at all.

The faces of the other five leaders were more or less gloomy.

But their eyes are still on the screen, praying for a miracle to happen in the next second so that they can be proud of themselves.

Within the country of Bang.

The Lamborghini sports car was very fast and there were not many vehicles on the road, so it reached its destination in about fifteen minutes.

Take out the key, get out of the car, close the door, all in one go.

Yang Lin looked around.

It is surrounded by residential areas with tall buildings.

There is a park in the center of the community, or to be more precise, a golf course.

There is a three-meter-high iron fence outside the golf course.

Behind the iron fence are rows of lush trees forming a green wall. Looking through the fence, all you can see are green leaves.

If you want to get in, you can only go through the electric gate at the entrance.

Yang Lin and Hei Hun walked to the gate side by side.

When Yang Lin saw the gate, it reminded him of the school gate he visited during his junior high school.

The kind of door that automatically rolls on wheels and opens when the security guard presses a button.

"I'm very sorry, guest. The stadium is reserved today. If you want to enter, you can only show an invitation letter."

Outside the door, the young lady standing there walked up to Yang Lin and said.

Yang Lin gave Hei Hun a look.

Black Soul flipped his right hand, took out the invitation card he found in the sports car and handed it over.

The invitation card came with the envelope.

There are only landscapes and animals on it, no text.

It is also a rather special invitation letter.

The young lady took the invitation, turned around and ran back to the security room, as if to check it.

Yang Lin was not in a hurry. He just waited with his arms folded across his chest.

After a while.

The young lady trotted out of the security room and the electric door behind her slowly opened.

She smiled sweetly and professionally and made a "please" gesture.

"You two, please come in."

"let's go."

Just after stepping in and walking a short distance, a young man with a slicked-back hair came out.

He smiled and said:

"Hello sir, this place is 1.5 kilometers away from the golf course. Please get in my car and I will take you there."

Generally, this kind of thing can get a lot of tips, and the caddies will rush to drive the passengers.

Black Soul waved his hand and said, "No need, we can just walk there. We just finished dinner."

Seeing the two people politely refuse, the young man could not say anything.

"Then I wish you two have fun and make sure you hit the hole in the hole."

There is still a glimmer of hope for a tip.

However, Yang Lin ignored him and turned away.

The caddies standing on the side of the road behind them looked like they had seen a joke, and smiles broke out on their handsome faces.

"You deserve the shame for letting me snatch it from you."

......

Yang Lin and others were on the way.

There were no trees blocking the road on both sides, and all you could see was lush green grass.

The reason why the two of them did not choose to take the car was because they would easily attract attention.

The young lady outside the door said that this place is reserved.

It goes without saying who the person who booked the entire venue is. He must be related to the 120 assassination targets.

If they took a car over there, they would attract attention and once they were discovered, they would be outsiders.

That would be like alerting the enemy and all the enemies would swarm around and fail to eliminate all the targets at once.

"The information on the invitation said that everyone should come before 11 o'clock at noon."

"It's just nine o'clock now, Yang Lin, do you know how to disguise yourself?"

"Disguise?"

Yang Lin shook his head slightly, "No."

At this time, a voice came from behind.

"Hi, how are you guys, we just got here, are you guys here too?"

Hearing this, Yang Lin and the other man stood still, frowning.

They both turned around at the same time and looked at the two women sitting in the electric golf cart.

Yang Lin put his hands behind his back.

With a pull of his middle finger, a silver-white sword emitting a faint cold glow protruded from his sleeve.