Chapter 159: Storming the Terrio Family Headquarters
The underworld was merciless.
The law of the jungle prevailed. The ten seats representing the pinnacle of the underworld had remained unchanged for decades, but that didn't mean they would remain so forever.
Countless rising forces were eyeing their positions from below.
Hearing Terrio III's words, the other family executives began to panic.
"If all else fails, let's spend a fortune to hire the number one assassin family. Doesn't the Zoldyck Family claim they can kill anyone as long as the price is right?" one executive proposed.
Another executive wore a pained expression as he spoke, "I've already contacted the Zoldyck Family. They refused to take the job."
"What? Are they going to ruin their own reputation?!"
"No. That Mord always has a fat man accompanying him. I heard that fat man is from the Zoldyck Family."
Hearing this, some of the Terrio Family executives' faces already showed signs of despair.
In contrast, Terrio III, who had been furious earlier, had now regained his composure. He sat back in his chair, fingers tapping incessantly on the desk. After a moment of contemplation, he said coldly, "The assassination families aren't limited to the Zoldycks. Increase the bounty—I refuse to believe we can't kill him."
"What does it matter if he's a Two-Star Hunter? Anyone who offends the Terrio Family will end up with nowhere to be buried!" Clenching his fist, Terrio III's face twisted with a ferocious killing intent.
"Yes!"
...
"Boss, where are we heading next?" Milluki trailed behind Mord, munching on a bag of potato chips as he spoke. "You're not really planning to go to the Terrio Family headquarters, are you?"
"What, scared?"
"Scared?" Milluki patted his chest emphatically and declared loudly, "Don't let my current appearance fool you—I'm a professional assassin. Even if the mission were to assassinate the Ten Dons, I wouldn't bat an eye."
"Good."
"Ah, I was just saying that casually." Milluki's face fell into a pained expression as he continued, "The underworld has already issued a bounty on you. The Terrio Family is going all out, even digging into their coffins to buy your life. By then, their headquarters will be swarming with experts."
"Maybe we should just... not go."
"It's not that we're afraid—it's just unnecessary." Milluki glanced cautiously at Mord and added, "How is it unnecessary? No matter how tough things get, we can't shortchange our researchers. More funds are always better," Mord said with a laugh.
"Besides, I'll be away for quite some time after this, so I want to secure the funds all at once. I can't have you halting your research mid-way to take on missions or something."
The chubby guy didn't catch the other implications in Mord's words, but Canary silently noted, "Mr. Mord is going away for a while."
Where to?
Of course, she didn't voice the question.
Meanwhile, at the Terrio Family headquarters.
"Everyone is assembled, Grand Elder," a subordinate reported with a bow.
The Grand Elder entered from outside, surveying the eighteen experts they had hired at great expense in the hall. "I assume you've all heard about recent events. The Terrio Family has brought you here for one purpose only: to kill the Two-Star Hunter, Mord."
"In addition to the promised rewards, whoever succeeds in killing him will also receive half of the Terrio Family's assets."
"Based on intelligence estimates, Mord is highly likely to approach our headquarters in the coming days. You may decide the specifics and methods of action yourselves. As long as the job is done, we won't interfere with the details. If you need anything, just say the word."
Before he could finish, a frantic gang member rushed in from outside.
"Grand Elder, it's bad—he, he's here!"
"Who's here?"
"M-Mord!"
Knowing full well that the target was a Two-Star Hunter, these eighteen individuals were no ordinary figures. Upon hearing the gang member's words, far from being afraid, they all rose and headed outside.
The overwhelming pressure they exuded left the gang members speechless.
After a moment, the Terrio Family members snapped back to reality. The elder quickly gathered his men, grabbed their firearms, and rushed out.
Mord and his two companions stood at the entrance of the Terrio Family headquarters, watching the stream of people pouring out without changing their expressions.
"They're all experts." That was Milluki's first impression upon seeing those people, but when he looked up at Mord's face, he shook his head with a wry smile.
In front of this guy, how many people in this world could truly be called experts?
"I'll go first." A gloomy man twirling a dagger stepped forward and spoke.
"Viper Milan, unparalleled in the underworld with his dagger skills. Cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, he's quite famous in the assassin world. Be especially careful of his dagger—it's coated with a potent poison said to be able to kill a whale with just one drop," Milluki introduced from the side.
"There should be order in doing things. I was the first to accept this mission, so I should be the first to make a move," a three-meter-tall giant stepped out, refusing to yield.
"Tyrant Chalmers. I heard he could tear apart polar bears with his bare hands at just five years old. His Ten enhancement is highly developed, coupled with that monstrous strength—he's not to be underestimated."
Mord didn't need this information at all.
To him, whether it was Viper or Tyrant, they were no different from any random stray cat or dog.
"Just come at me together. I'm in a hurry," Mord said calmly.
"What? You want us to team up, two against one?!"
Both Viper Milan and Tyrant Chalmers were furious. They were renowned experts in the underworld, with Milan even having a record of killing a Star Hunter. Who in this world would dare act so arrogantly in front of them?
"That's not it!" Mord shook his head.
Milan and Chalmers were momentarily stunned, their anger slightly subsiding, only to see Mord raise his finger and casually point at the other sixteen experts behind them, calmly stating, "I'm telling all of you to come at me together!"
Boom!
His plain words fell like a thunderclap exploding on the scene. The entire area erupted in an uproar, everyone's faces shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.
One person challenging all of them?!
"Idol! As expected of my boss, this is just too cool," the fatso Milluki looked up at Mord, his excitement making his layers of fat tremble.
Canary felt the same way. In her heart, Mord had already become a god-like existence.
Through their aura, she could sense that every one of these eighteen people was stronger than her—all top-tier experts. Yet in Mord's eyes, they seemed as easy to deal with as flicking dust off his clothes.