Chapter 64: Hu Zi's Fearsomeness and Growth

  Third watch, today there were many things, and I finished writing in one breath.

  The mercenary group arrived, and five people stood in front of Ye Haodong, all former Soviet soldiers. They were all named something like "Ji" or "Sha", but Ye Haodong couldn't remember their names. Each person was given a $5,000 commission on the spot. Although he was the behind-the-scenes boss of the mercenary group, it didn't make sense to work hard without getting anything in return. Ye Haodong always said that having money wasn't about how much you earned, but about how much you spent. The money sitting in the bank just represented numbers; only when you spent it on something you needed did it become real money. Whether you bought relationships, loyalty, or invested in an industry, Du Yuesheng said that every dollar spent should produce a tenfold effect - this was the mark of a master spender.

  Eight days later, night.

  Yang Junhu sat alone in the living room. The five mercenaries were divided into five shifts to take turns keeping watch at night.

  Outside the villa, a speedboat quietly docked at the foot of a low cliff by the sea. Three black-clad ninja-like assassins took out their climbing gear and agilely climbed to the top of the cliff. The mercenaries guarding the villa's entrance were completely unaware. One of the ninjas crept up close enough to shoot range, then used a blowpipe to fire a potent anesthetic needle that hit the guard's neck. As the guard fell, his collar made a rustling sound, and Hu Zi's shoulders twitched in the living room, but he quietly disappeared into the living room.

  Three ninjas swiftly arrived at the glass window of the living room, one of whom took out a specially designed circular blade for cutting bulletproof glass and quietly cut open a small round hole. The person used a suction cup to remove the glass, then reached through the hole to open the floor-to-ceiling window from inside. Torako hid in a place where the moonlight couldn't reach, watching quietly.

  Three ninjas, one stayed outside to keep watch while the other two slipped into the house. Tora adjusted his breathing to a fetal rhythm and crept up behind the two ninjas with an intentional yet imperceptible movement. Under the moonlight, his tall shadow completely covered the shadows of the two ninjas, who were startled like cobras encountering a king cobra, suddenly turning around, with a flash of silver light passing by, one of the ninjas had already drawn out a small dagger from their waist and stabbed at Tora's chest. Tora stretched out his hand and caught the blade of the dagger between his thumb and index finger just as the ninja was about to strike. With a slight effort, the dagger was broken, and Tora's knife tip swept across the neck of another ninja who still had their hand on the hilt. In that instant, the surviving ninja suddenly flipped backwards, dropped their companion's corpse, and tried to escape. Tora pointed his toes at the ground, his body surged forward, and he rushed out of the open window first. The ninja outside who was keeping watch also noticed the changes inside the house and only managed to draw out his knife before encountering Tora rushing out. This ninja launched a powerful blow with the "Inverse Slash" technique from the Beichen style, slashing at Tora's shoulder and neck. Tora did not retreat or dodge; instead, he quickly moved forward, and just as the blade was about to slash his neck, he had almost come face-to-face with this ninja. Tora's knee suddenly rose and struck the ninja's lower body, while his hand also covered the ninja's mouth. This ninja died without making a sound. The ninja inside the house drew out their long sword and slashed at Tora's back from behind. Tora swiftly turned around, dodging the slash, and used the ninja in his hand as a weapon to sweep across the shoulder of the ninja behind him, producing a loud thud, which sent this ninja tumbling over. Tora took a step forward and stepped on the spine of this ninja with lightning speed. With a slight exertion of force, this ninja's spine snapped.

  In the morning, Ye Haodong woke up to find the living room spotless. Hu Zi had hired mercenaries to dig a large pit in the basement of the house and bury the three ninjas' bodies inside. Su Wanting had gone to the mine, and Ye Haodong had slept soundly alone last night, thanks to the sedative effect of the Red Dragon's fragrance. It wasn't until after he woke up that he heard his bodyguards report on the visitors from last night. Ye Haodong remembered Wei Xiaobao and the corpse powder, and ordered: "Get a large bucket of strong sulfuric acid back here, then dig open the basement, pour the acid inside, and bury it deeply."

  This is the first wave of assassinations.

  The next night, Stutza arrived. To say that the Americans are open and honest is an understatement. At 4:00 AM, Stutza came to the back wall of the villa, holding a submachine gun with grenade launcher, and wearing more than ten hand grenades on his body. He first pulled out a hand grenade and was about to throw it into the courtyard when a pair of large hands grabbed his hand from behind. At the same time, three mercenaries stood up from the top of the wall, pointing their guns at him. The person who grabbed his hand from behind was also a white mercenary. This level of opponent wasn't worth Tiger's attention. Ye Haodong and Yang Junhu didn't sleep, Stutza was brought to the living room, Ye Haodong originally wanted to interrogate this guy thoroughly, but unfortunately, in the whole villa, even Tiger, who spoke the best English, only knew a few phrases like "hello" and "goodbye". So they had no choice but to tie him up tightly and throw him into the basement.

  Two days later, the third wave of assassinations came.

  It was still the Lyle Killer Group. Still at 4 am, Scott Lee's two other team members tracked the signal transmitter on Stuza to arrive outside the villa. They also failed to avoid Hu Zi's ears and eyes. Now Hu Zi's ability to guard the night had become more and more powerful, his keen senses could cover the entire villa within a radius of 50 meters. The two killers were caught by the five mercenaries as soon as they approached the villa, so there were new people in the basement again.

  Ye Haodong has recently become fond of going online. The mine is managed by the Su family, while trade with China is handled by Peng Cheng Trade and Liu Jia Sheng. He spends his days idly playing computer games at home. This otaku lifestyle leaves only one way for the two organizations that harbor ill intentions towards him to take action: knocking on his door.

  Then, three days later, the fourth wave came.

  This time, it's the little devils. On a dark and windy night, more than a dozen ninjas arrived, each wearing gas masks, and threw ether gas bombs that released white fog all over the courtyard. Ye Haodong quietly watched the lively scene in the courtyard from the third-floor window. Hu Zi didn't wear any protective gear, using the fetal breathing method to hold his breath, his body flashed through the white fog like lightning, while several mercenaries skillfully put on their gas masks. Five people hugged their guns and waited quietly for Hu Zi's signal. Hu Zi moved through the white fog, every time he passed by someone, he just stretched out his hand and lightly broke the opponent's gas mask, under the cover of the white fog and darkness, his figure was as fast as a ghost, difficult to catch. After a chaotic shouting, several little devils were tied up, and soon one by one they fell to the ground unconscious.

  Five mercenaries effortlessly bound up a dozen or so unconscious people and came upstairs to report to Ye Haodong.

  "Dismember, then burn with strong acid into bone residue, and bury in the basement."

  Sturza, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, and his two comrades witnessed several mercenaries ruthlessly killing a dozen or so people and burying them in the underground cell where they were being held. They all felt terrified and horrified, wanting to protest but ultimately not daring to speak out, as this group of people was too frightening. Sturza feared that if they provoked these mercenaries, they would also be dealt with in the same way.

  Yang Junhu stood at the window, with a few twinkling stars shining faintly on his face, his floating face seemed like a god or a demon, mysterious and solemn.

  "Big brother, why did you leave those three people behind?"

  "They are people from the Lyle Killer Group, a local snake in North America. To thoroughly resolve this trouble, we can't just play tough all the time. These people are motivated by profit, and they came to kill me only because of the benefits they received. As long as we can offer them more benefits than the Yang family, it's possible that these people will work for us instead. However, before that, we need to prove that we have the qualifications to negotiate. The Western devils are different from the Eastern devils; the Eastern devils are sworn enemies with us, and there is no solution other than bloodshed. The Western devils value their lives but are savage and greedy for wealth, making them easier to manipulate. So, we need to capture them alive, and then we'll play a game of using the barbarians to control the barbarians."

  Ye Haodong sat behind the table, quietly observing Hu Zi. This kid now has a bit of Guo Jing's grandeur, his kung fu has improved and so has his understanding, if it were in the past, Ye Haodong wouldn't have discussed such complex thoughts with him.

  Scott Lee finally arrived, and with the other three people in the group, surprisingly during the daytime. The five mercenaries were infected by their fierce killing aura, all waiting in array, staring closely at every move of the four. Scott Lee came up alone to call the door, while the other three stood far away at the entrance watching.

  Hu Zi whispered in Ye Hao Dong's ear: "He didn't bring any weapons, but those three people over there are all carrying heavy artillery."

  Ye Haodong smiled, "He's here to discuss something, the weapon is just a precaution." He ordered the door to be opened to welcome the guest.