After hanging up Elder Fan's call, Xiaofan imdiately arrived at this café with Leng Yue, where they found the new domain of the Assassination Order using the shared email resource previously used by Li Kuo and the others.
Without needing to crack any firewall, Xiaofan directly logged in using the account and password Li Kuo left on the page.
Seeing the information of his brothers all listed there truly surprised Xiaofan.
Connecting it to the involvent of the Mutant Research Center in M Country, why would this have to do with Li San and the others?
The Assassination Order was issued four days ago, and the list of Li San and the others appeared on the sa date as the Assassination Order.
M Country should not know Li San and the others' identity information. The Assassination Order should have been concocted by those bastards in Japan, but why did it appear in the computer at the Mutant Research Center?
In the list, Li San, Xiaolei, Han, Ren Ying were all there, but Li Kuo was missing. Not because they forgot, but because they knew Li Kuo himself didn't have any skills, so he wasn't included in the Assassination Order. If Li San and the others were eliminated, Li Kuo would inevitably lose the protection he needed.
They were very familiar with his brothers. And they were familiar with him.
They feared Li San and the others' strength. Which ans, they also fear him. If he shows up now, his na would inevitably appear on the Assassination Order list.
The Assassination Order? At this ti, Xiaofan doesn't really find it to be that impressive; just recruiting so so-called top assassins from around the world for assassination. Are these so-called top assassins supposed to be more formidable than Muto? Xiaofan truly doesn't believe so.
However, Xiaofan can afford to disregard it, but those around him cannot, which is the most detestable part of the Assassination Order.
Given the current situation, as long as he shows up, with the opponent's understanding of him, Zuimo would inevitably be implicated.
Oh dear, am I, Ye Xiaofan, destined to never escape the shadow of the Assassination Order in this life?
Back then? Even Grandpa Ren Zhongtian married and had children, didn't he? So I, Ye Xiaofan, can also continue through the threats of the Assassination Order.
However, living like this is so exhausting... Xiaofan values freedom, unable to breathe freely in this world; everything feels constrained, stripping life of its essence.
So, if one wants to fly free with their loved one, they must first ensure the Assassination Order disappears forever.
The Counterassassination Order Organization has already begun in Li Kuo's preparations. So now, Xiaofan will first observe Mr. Consul's situation here. Facing the Assassination Order, Xiaofan does not want Zuimo to face any danger.
Since Li San and the others as well as Grandpa Fan already know that he is still alive, then no need to keep it a secret on Grandpa's side either.
For the past nine months, Xiaofan has always rembered the phone numbers carried by those around him.
"Hello, who is this?"
Waiting quietly, the call connects. A familiar voice, familiar authority...
"Grandpa."
"......"
Silence on the other end for a long ti, a long ti...
Actually, during this ti Ye Aotian kept busy with work to alleviate the grief of his grandson's disappearance.
The belief he once held began to fade as ti wore on, shaking his conviction. He began to regret, lant, even bla himself. Why didn't he keep him back then?
To Ye Aotian, Xiaofan not only represented a hopeful future but was also... his most cherished grandson.
What use is an empty future? Isn't a good grandson more comforting?
Initially thought he could numb his heart completely in the process of developing the White Scorpion antidote. But upon hearing "Grandpa," Ye Aotian's sowhat lean body suddenly shuddered.
Old n are sentintal, usually serious-ye Aotian, nodding incessantly while holding the phone, exposing eight bright white teeth in an open smile.
He laughed silently; his trembling body fully displaying Ye Aotian's excitent.
He cried silently; damp, glistening drops lined his eyes, choking his throat.
"Grandpa, Grandpa?"
"Mm. Busy now. Call again in twenty minutes."
'Beep beep beep beep beep...'
Xiaofan looked bewildered at the phone that was already disconnected. Grandpa's reaction was too... composed, wasn't it? But is this the most real side of Grandpa?
The telecommunication wouldn't show the other's situation; presently Ye Aotian gripped the phone tightly, his excited emotions unable to calm down.
"Teacher Ye, Teacher Ye."
"Mm? Song, what's up?"
"The experint results are out. Although it's crystallized, its impact against the White Scorpion virus is still lacking. The effect is too minimal. I'm afraid we really need to find a Three-color Fig to complete the research."
"Mm. Then let's pause; we'll continue when the Three-color Fig is found."
"Mm, huh? Really?"
"Mm, go, go. You've worn yourself out enough during this ti. Let's pause, I'll rest my old back too."
"Eh." Doctor Song of Yanhuang Soul, who has been assisting Ye Aotian these months, aims for Ye Aotian to occasionally explain so traditional dicine recipes, treatnt thods, therapy courses, etc., though continuous months of research are truly exhausting.
Except, Ye Aotian despite his age persists, so who could possibly want to give up?
"Third Ye, Third Ye..."
"Hey, Fan, co over, co over. Enter my office."
The two ca to Ye Aotian's office. As soon as the door closed, the two guys imdiately showed smiles of joy.
"Guess who just called ."
"Guess who just called ?"
The two said simultaneously, their words filled with joy.
Ye Aotian can relax for now, and isn't Fan Lingtian also easing up?
Though they still don't know how Xiaofan survived that explosion, nor how he neutralized the White Scorpion poison, not even why despite living he only contacted them nine months later—all these remain unknown. But they only cared for a single outco.
At this ti, in Huaxia it's nearly noon, while in M Country it's already evening.
"Sir, Miss, sorry to disturb, we're closing in five minutes. Can I help you with anything else?"
In the café, Xiaofan and Leng Yue sat for over two hours.
The reason for waiting so long was that Li Kuo had sent the latest intelligence, and Mr. Consul's mission was once again accepted, aning the assassin might strike again tonight.
"The bill, how much?" Leng Yue asked.
"A total of seventy-two US dollars."
"Eighty, no need for change." Xiaofan casually placed four twenty-dollar bills on the table, stood up, and quickly left: "Leng Yue, follow , there's movent downstairs."
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