Ye Hao was taken aback hearing this, Kongtong Sect? Is this the sa Kongtong Sect ntioned in the book?
"What Kongtong Sect? Explain clearly, or don't bla for being ruthless," Ye Hao said, seeing how scared the leader was, he didn't need any excuse to intimidate him.
Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Hao's words, the assassin leader spilled everything.
"Our Kongtong Sect is divided into Eight Gates. In the past, the Eight Gates focused on martial arts. Later on, our martial arts declined, and the sect leaders beca indulgent. Every year, they engaged in killing and looting for money! We are from the Life-taking Sect, which accepts any assassination job, as long as we're paid. You are our target."
"Hmph! Who hired you to kill ?" Ye Hao scoffed, surprised at the evil of Kongtong Sect, engaging in such vile acts, truly bringing sha to all major sects in Huaxia.
"I don't know; we have no information on the client. That information is controlled by the sect leader. We only know that if we kill you, we'll get a hundred million. Please, spare ." The leader trembled, clearly having enjoyed the thrill of murder and theft for years but now fearing death.
"How many experts does your Kongtong Sect have! Or how many like you with National Martial Arts level five?" Ye Hao inquired, wanting to understand the strength of Kongtong Sect to prepare for any future threats.
"The Life-taking Sect has a sect leader, whose strength might be National Martial Arts level eight, and above him is the sect leader, whose strength is said to be half-step Innate..."
Ye Hao's eyes narrowed, shocked—half-step Innate? No wonder they dared to commit such heinous acts.
"Aren't you afraid of the law's punishnt?" Ye Hao asked gravely.
"Not afraid of ordinary laws, but afraid of Team A."
"How do you know about Team A?" Ye Hao asked wide-eyed, realizing that Team A's reach was deeper than he had imagined.
"Team A is a force ford by the people of Huaxia to safeguard national security and restrain martial arts sects. Once we do sothing that provokes Team A, they send strong enforcent teams to issue a kill order against us martial artists."
"Does your murder and theft not warrant a kill order from Team A?" Ye Hao scoffed.
The assassin leader, trembling, said, "We act covertly, so Team A usually can't catch us, and they don't intervene in small matters."
"Hmph! What if I hand you over to the Ministry of State Security?" Ye Hao contemplated the extent of their backers' influence.
"No! Not the Ministry of State Security, please!" The assassin leader's eyes darted, showing a hint of satisfaction but feigning fear.
"Haha! Nice acting, but unfortunately, I won't hand you over to the Ministry of State Security; I'll turn you over to Team A." Ye Hao's words drained all color from the man's face, leaving him pale as paper.
"No... don't, don't hand to Team A, no, please, I'm willing to be your servant, just don't hand to Team A." The man scread in terror.
"Haha, why so scared of Team A?" Ye Hao chuckled, unable to discern if the man was pretending this ti.
"Team A are executioners; they kill without blinking. For soone like who commits murder and theft, if Team A catches us, there's only one outco—death." The assassin leader's eyes widened, and he trembled.
"Haha, then let's hand you over to Team A! Anyway, your life and death an nothing to ." Ye Hao disliked such spineless people, so he directly dialed Fang Zhongtian's number.
In the past, he always called Fang Ni, as Fang Ni was in charge of him. Directly contacting Fang Zhongtian would show disrespect to the person responsible.
But given the extraordinary nature of this group, handing them to Fang Ni could lead to criticism or even backlash if not handled well.
Once the call connected, Ye Hao said straightforwardly, "Greetings, Chief."
"You kid, always so polite, loosen up," Fang Zhongtian chastised jokingly over the phone.
"Elder Fang, it's not that I don't want to, it's that others don't let ! Even on a sightseeing trip, I was followed, sigh!"
"Are you alright?" Fang Zhongtian inquired with concern for Ye Hao's safety.
"I'm fine, but there are several from the Kongtong Sect's Life-taking Sect here. How would you like to handle them, Elder Fang?"
"No… don't hand over to Team A, I beg you..." Before Fang Zhongtian could speak, the assassin leader knelt, pleading for rcy, his eyes filled with sheer terror.
"Hmph! Kongtong Sect mbers, do they really think Team A is unaware of their actions? Hao, give the address and I'll have soone take them to Team A imdiately." Fang Zhongtian slamd the table over the phone, clearly enraged by the situation.
"Alright!" Ye Hao then sent over the address. About ten minutes later, over thirty soldiers arrived, and Ye Hao handed them the task before leaving.
After Ye Hao left, the Saiyans also returned, while Naless was already downstairs having lunch.
Just then, Qianqian's alarm sounded, "Master, this is bad, Miss Lin and others are in danger; the opponent is two National Martial Arts level six practitioners."
Hearing this, Ye Hao's eyes turned blood red instantly, and he shouted at Naless, "Your sister and them are in danger, hurry."
Ye Hao dashed towards the Shaolin steps at full speed, covering a hundred ters in three seconds, accelerating further to ensure Lin Ruyu's safety.
The Saiyans under control also followed at full speed.
At the sa ti, two burly n at the Shaolin Temple steps viciously attacked Xue Zhaolong and his companions in front of the crowd.
The three were quickly beaten black and blue by the two National Martial Arts level six attackers.
"Damn it, I'll fight you!" Xue Zhaolong roared, tightly grabbing one of the National Martial Arts level six practitioners.
"Ah!" Xue Zhaolong clung desperately, trying to buy ti until Ye Hao returned.
Zhuorong Town drew his short sword, thrusting it towards the National Martial Arts level six practitioner held by Xue Zhaolong.
"Haha! Even a small fry wants to fight for their life? Courting death!" The level six martial artist slightly exerted force, and Xue Zhaolong was knocked flying.
"Pfft!" Xue Zhaolong spat blood as he hit the ground.
"Ah! Damn it, my brother!" Lu Yunsong's eyes also turned red as he charged ferociously at the National Martial Arts level six practitioner.
"Pfft!" He t the sa fate, being knocked down the temple steps, coughing up a mouthful of black blood. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian), your recomndation and monthly votes are my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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