Chapter 225 Messing With The Devil



The underground money exchange.

Cui Hong sat in his office, smoking a cigar, gazing at his nephew's lifeless body with dark, watery eyes, emitting a murderous aura.

Beside him sat the pilot who had come with the man in the black robe.

At the moment, the pilot was engrossed in his phone, completely ignoring Cui Hong.

In the pilot's eyes, Cui Hong was just a small-time gang leader, while he himself was a world-class assassin belonging to the organization known as the Gate of Hell.

Though his abilities couldn't match those of the man in the black robe, as his associate, he was confident he could easily defeat Cui Hong. Thus, he didn't pay much attention to him.

Cui Hong looked at his phone, awaiting a message.

Early in the morning, the man in the black robe arrived in Canton City and approached Cui Hong to gather information about Wang Chao's whereabouts and address.

Upon learning that Wang Chao had gone to Baiyun Mountain, the man in the black robe immediately set off to assassinate him.

"Wang Chao, this time I will make sure you die," Cui Hong smoked his cigar, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

The man in the black robe was a demigod-level assassin who had even killed three genuine demigods.

In Cui Hong's view, no matter how powerful Wang Chao might be, it didn't matter.

Once the man in the black robe made his move, Wang Chao would undoubtedly be dismembered.

However, despite smoking one cigar after another, he waited for a long time without receiving any news of Wang Chao's death or any message from the man in the black robe.

"What the hell! Wang Zuxian announced a romantic relationship?"

Just as Cui Hong became annoyed and frustrated, suddenly, the pilot, as if realizing something extraordinary, abruptly stood up and exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

"My goddess, how could you engage in outdoor lovemaking with another man?"

"And in yoga pants, wuwuwu!"

He stared at the short videos and overwhelming news flooding his phone, feeling tears welling up, his heart shattering.

Though he was an assassin from a foreign country, he had a deep love for the culture of Dragon Country and especially enjoyed Dragon Country's movies and its female celebrities.

Particularly, Wang Zuxian, an elegant and gentle goddess with a playful and captivating Eastern charm, instantly caught his attention. With just a glance at Wang Zuxian's poster, he fell head over heels.

Soon after, he became Wang Zuxian's most fervent fan.

He had watched each of Wang Zuxian's movies no less than ten times.

Whenever Wang Zuxian had a commercial event, he made sure to find time to attend and show his support.

Some male celebrities who had once hurt Wang Zuxian, the pilot would secretly take action to punish them and vent Wang Zuxian's grievances.

However, hindered by his identity as an assassin, he dared not express his love for Wang Zuxian openly. He could only keep this love hidden in his heart, silently moved by his own emotions.

He believed that this way, Wang Zuxian could feel happiness!

But now, Wang Zuxian had personally posted photos announcing her romantic relationship. She was intimately leaning on the man's back, revealing a joyful and content smile.

That blissful smile completely shattered the pilot's heart, making him feel as if his heart had been broken into countless pieces.

"Damn it, who the hell is this man? I'll kill him!!"

The pilot, looking at the pictures on Weibo and various apps, became furious. His forehead bulged with veins, wanting nothing more than to smash the man in the photos into pieces.

Especially when he saw the dress Wang Zuxian was wearing, his heart felt an agonizing pain, as if his most beloved toy had been taken by someone else!

Any normal man would know that wearing such a dress meant an illicit affair!

Especially when facing a beauty like Wang Zuxian, no one would let such an opportunity slip!

The thought of his most beloved woman being treated this way by another man tore the pilot's heart apart, filling him with raging anger.

Cui Hong was startled, then stared at the assassin pilot with displeasure. "This is my nephew's memorial hall. Can't you be a bit quieter?"

The assassin coldly glanced at Cui Hong without speaking, then walked towards the door.

At that moment, his murderous intent surged. He wanted to investigate who had accompanied Wang Zuxian on the mountain today, and he intended to kill that person.

Cui Hong's expression grew even more unhappy.

He could tolerate such behavior from the man in the black robe, but now even one of his subordinates dared to disregard him. It was simply infuriating!

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't overpower him, Cui Hong would have taught the pilot a lesson long ago.

When Cui Hong saw the assassin pilot walking out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he also stood up and headed towards the door.

The current situation clearly didn't allow them to stay at home. It was better to go out and get some fresh air, to wait outside.

As both the assassin pilot and Cui Hong walked out of the doorway, a car screeched to a halt in front of the underground money exchange.

The car door opened, and the body of the man in the black robe was thrown out, landing in front of the pilot and Cui Hong.

Immediately after, the car sped away.

"You bastard, come back here! What's the meaning of this? Do you think of my place as a morgue or a corpse dumping ground?" Cui Hong erupted in anger.

At that moment, the expression of the assassin pilot changed dramatically, and he exclaimed, "Lord Black Robe!"

"Black Robe?" Cui Hong's face changed, and he quickly looked down.

Sure enough, the person lying beneath their feet was Black Robe!

The assassin immediately crouched down, examining Black Robe's body.

As the assassin pilot examined the body, his face turned pale and he was immediately startled.

Black Robe was dead!

His neck was twisted!

The cervical vertebrae were completely shattered!

No breath, no heartbeat, he was dead beyond doubt!

Cui Hong also inspected the body, his pupils contracting intensely as he paled in shock.

Black Robe was dead!

This was a legendary warrior-level expert, and now he was dead?

Cui Hong felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

At that moment, he began to realize that something was terribly wrong.

Black Robe had arrived and immediately went to assassinate Wang Chao on Baiyun Mountain. But just two hours later, Black Robe was dead?

"Who? Who killed Lord Black Robe?" The pilot's eyes were filled with horror, and he trembled uncontrollably.

He was a killer at the level of a Nine-Star Warlord, and had been Black Robe's companion for a long time.

Now, shortly after Black Robe arrived, he was killed, and his body was dumped here in front of Cui Hong.

This indicated that the person who killed Black Robe knew who had sent him and was familiar with everything about Black Robe.

If it was an enemy of the Gate of Hell seeking revenge, wouldn't that mean he was also in danger?

Escape!

The assassin pilot realized this and trembled all over, drenched in cold sweat. Without a second thought, he immediately ran away, disappearing from Cui Hong's sight like a hunted dog.

Cui Hong could certainly think of this possibility as well. He was also drenched in cold sweat, and his pupils showed fear for the first time as he murmured, "Could it be that Wang Chao killed Black Robe?"

"How could he be so strong?"

Cui Hong's voice trembled, and fear filled his heart.

If Wang Chao had the ability to kill Black Robe, then would not Cui Hong suffer the same fate as Black Robe?

Drip, drip!

Thinking of this, cold sweat poured down Cui Hong's forehead, dropping to the ground.

He knew that he had provoked a demon!