In the hotel suite, the lights were as bright as daylight.
Yet the three faces seed shrouded in shadows, looking unpredictable.
Two of them were the middle-aged man and the young Xiao Bei who had encountered Fang Cheng in the elevator that early morning.
"Old Wolf, who exactly is the person you ntioned?"
The third person sitting opposite spoke up with a question.
He was obese, with a round belly stretching his shirt tight, and his small eyes narrowed into slits, exuding shrewdness and suspicion.
Pausing for a mont, he added:
"We can’t possibly let a stranger with an unknown background join the team. How can everyone trust him?"
The middle-aged man, dressed in a gray jacket today, had short, neat hair and a rugged face, showing no signs of the weakness from the severe injuries he previously suffered.
At the mont, he was lightly rubbing his chin, with a slight furrow of the brow, not imdiately answering the other person.
After a while, he slowly spoke:
"I have a feeling he’s soone worth trusting."
The fat man was stunned by this, unsure of how to respond, and could only smack his lips.
It seed he was pondering in his heart where the middle-aged man’s baseless "feeling" might have co from.
The middle-aged man slightly raised his head, looking through the window at the distant night scene, as if lost in thought.
He was Black Wolf, a notorious figure in the Northwest underworld that once spread fear far and wide.
Under his command was an assassin team, each mber ruthless and fierce enough to face ten foes alone.
From gang territory disputes to controlling underground casinos and smuggling routes, there was no "business" that Black Wolf set his sights on that he couldn’t conquer.
His thods were extrely brutal, never leaving anyone alive who dared defy his orders or oppose him.
Those underworld gangs that attempted to challenge his authority often would be uprooted overnight, their leaders either disappearing without a trace or being dismbered and displayed as a warning.
These left behind all kinds of bloody tales about him in the martial world, striking fear into those who heard them.
However, despite being in the underworld and having ruthless thods, Black Wolf had his own principles.
He only killed evildoers, never spilling a drop of blood of the innocent.
Once, when a gang of robbers was robbing a bank and took hostages to threaten the police,
Black Wolf happened to be there, courageously stepping forward single-handedly, unleashing a killing spree.
With lightning speed, he resolved all the gangsters, ensuring the hostages were unhard, and then slipped away amidst the chaos.
This scene was captured on the bank’s surveillance caras as it unfolded.
Afterwards, Black Wolf unexpectedly earned the moniker "Chivalrous Black Wolf" in the martial world, changing many people’s opinions of him.
Even in the mysterious circles made up of mutants, he was greatly respected for his righteousness and gallantry, attracting many talents to associate and work with him.
But as the saying goes, often walking by the river, how can one not get their feet wet.
Due to his overly flamboyant style, causing "bad influence," he was finally targeted by the Special Search Team two years ago.
After several fierce confrontations, in order to avoid the tight pursuit by the Special Search Team, Black Wolf had no choice but to abandon his painstakingly built power and industries and started living a life on the run, becoming silent for a ti.
Until recently, he heard rumors of secrets hidden behind the explosion at the West Mountain Archaeological Site, sharply sensing the imnse opportunity within, rekindling his long-dormant heart.
Relying on his past prestige, he gathered forr subordinates and old friends, with the first target set on that Buddhist treasure lost for nearly two thousand years.
But unexpectedly, this operation proved much more difficult than he imagined, with the team losing more than half its mbers and suffering heavy casualties in several battles.
This caused him to inevitably lose so of his sharpness, no longer as decisive and ruthless as before.
"Lord Bao."
After a mont of silence, Black Wolf turned his head, looking directly into the eyes of the fat man:
"You’ve seen the current situation, the allure of the Golden Benba Bottle is beyond imagination, with so many unexpected competitors showing up, everyone is eyeing this treasure."
"And due to our previous strategic errors and rash actions, leading to serious injuries and deaths among our brothers, we’ve effectively been knocked out."
The fat man known as "Lord Bao" heard this, his face jiggling slightly, and snorted through his nose:
"You can’t bla entirely for that, those people are indeed very powerful and keep using dirty tricks. It’s already impressive we’ve held out this long."
As the main strategist back then, being pointed out by Black Wolf naturally made his face flush with embarrassnt.
Then, he looked up at Black Wolf, with a bit of reluctance, and asked:
"Old Wolf, you’re not going to back out just like that, are you?"
"For this thing, we’ve all bet our entire lives and wealth, even risking arrest by the Special Search Team, just to give up so easily, I’m not very pleased."
"In my opinion, at least wait until the end to see the treasure, maybe we can catch a break!"
"Giving up is obviously impossible."
Black Wolf furrowed his brows tightly and said in a deep voice:
"The issue of the Golden Benba Bottle is significant. If we miss it, it will be hard for us to rise again, but looking at the current situation, we must find another way."
"I’ve been thinking a lot these days, in order to get a piece of the action, just sitting and waiting for a pie to fall from the sky is definitely out of the question. We must take the initiative to strike, only then we may have a slim chance."
"The best solution is to find a strong ally and carve out a path through the chaos again."
He slightly lifted his chin, a hint of hope shining in his eyes:
"That’s why I’ve been paying special attention to soone these past few days, soone who might help us turn the tide."
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