Tycoon War God-Chapter 629: Dare to touch the Master, the entire clan must die!

Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Dare to touch the Master, the entire clan must die!

"The Hongmen President is right. Our branch presidents can’t die in vain!"

The head of Western Europe slammed the table and declared, "No matter who it is, they must die!"

"Indeed! Not only must he die, but his family and friends must die too!" the others discussed heatedly, their faces filled with rage.

Suddenly, a middle-aged beauty among them spoke up, "President, we don’t need to make such a big fuss."

The woman was clad in a red robe with a high slit that revealed her long, snow-white legs. Her figure was exceptionally fiery, and she exuded a seductive charm.

But inside the meeting room, no one dared to hold their gaze on her, including Kaso, who had left earlier.

Her name was Okara.

She was the only female among the seven giants of Hongmen. Despite her seductive appearance, akin to a young matron without the strength to truss a chicken, she was known in the international underground world as Medusa. The number of men who had died by her hand had long ago reached a terrifying four-figure sum. Legend had it that she possessed a mysterious power that could petrify people and shatter them to dust. In all of Hongmen, Okara was a terrifying existence, second only to Deadpool.

This became apparent when she began to speak and not a single person dared to respond.

"Okara, what are you trying to say?" the Hongmen President asked, looking at her. His voice was as raspy as ever, betraying no hint of emotion.

Tapping her fingers on the table, Okara said, "I’ve reviewed all the information. The strength of those Grandmasters on Harbor Island was nothing special; they had merely been injected with Gene Serum. Still, together, they should have been able to withstand an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster."

Tilting her head and pondering for a moment, Okara added, "However, according to the data we have, what’s noteworthy is that this individual is under thirty and yet capable of slaying a Grandmaster. This is something we need to be wary of."

"Under thirty?" A black man as tall as a tower interjected, "Could he be from Huaxia’s Dragon Protection Hall? Or a wanderer from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion?"

The man stood over two meters tall, his muscles like cast iron. Every inch of him burst with explosive power. He was "King Kong" Ba Long, the head of Northern Europe. Rumor had it that his body was so tough it was impervious to bullets. With a single punch, he could shatter the heads of ordinary experts who practiced Inner Strength. Moreover, on the battlefield, he was a killing machine known as the War Madman.

"Dragon Protection Hall? Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion? A wanderer?" someone murmured thoughtfully.

These names represented the most mysterious forces and organizations in Huaxia. Any one of them was enough to intimidate the world. Only people from these places would have the ability and the courage to kill several Hongmen Grandmasters.

"It’s not clear," Okara stated. "If we could determine that, the President wouldn’t have summoned us all here, nor would he have invited the King of Thunder to kill this man."

Okara took out a document. It contained only a photograph of Lin Mu, identical to the one Jones had.

"The one who killed our branch president is him. His name is Lin Wudi, a Martial Arts Grandmaster not yet thirty years old." Okara’s finger lightly traced Lin Mu’s face, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"A Martial Arts Grandmaster under thirty? How is that possible?!" Ba Long exclaimed incredulously. "Even that legendary figure from Huaxia’s Dragon Protection Hall only became a Grandmaster after turning thirty. How can this person possibly be a Grandmaster!"

"Believe it or not," Okara said, "this person is extremely famous in Huaxia. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the head of East Asia."

The head of East Asia looked somber. He nodded and said, "It’s true. His Cultivation Level has surpassed the scope of the human race. Since his debut, the number of Martial Arts Grandmasters who have died by his hand has exceeded ten!"

Everyone gasped.

Ten? That number is terrifying.

"Doesn’t this mean his strength has already reached the level of Reaching the Divine?" asked Ba Long.

"Even if it’s not the Divine Communion Realm, it’s probably not far off," Okara said slowly.

The Hongmen President looked at Okara. "What do you suggest?"

"I plan to go to Huaxia personally," Okara replied.

"I disagree!" Ba Long objected. He looked at Okara and said, "Huaxia is very dangerous, and the people from Dragon Protection Hall have been watching us for a long time. Moreover, since he’s under thirty and was able to kill several Grandmasters, his strength and methods are clearly nothing to scoff at."

"What? Are you worried about me, or are you questioning me?" Okara looked at Ba Long, smiling sweetly. Her flame-red lips exuded an enticing aura.

Ba Long’s body stiffened. He hurriedly lowered his head, all his muscles tensing up.

"Approved."

At that moment, the Hongmen President suddenly spoke.

"Thank you, President," Okara nodded slightly.

Only then did Ba Long suddenly slump to the floor, drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with intense fear.

In that moment, he felt as if he had just returned from a journey through Hell.

Seeing Ba Long in such a state, no one laughed. Every face was solemn.

They knew that if it had been any of them, they would already be dead beyond a doubt.

"However, if your mission proves impossible, do not engage him," the Hongmen President instructed. "The King of Thunder has already made his move, and someone else has issued a bounty. For now, Hongmen can afford to wait and observe. Your only mission in Huaxia is to thoroughly investigate this person. If the opportunity arises, you may recruit him into Hongmen."

"President, does this mean our men died for nothing?" someone asked angrily.

"You need not worry about that. I have my own plans," replied the Hongmen President, the chin beneath his mask lifting in a cold curve. Since the Dark Web wants to use Hongmen, we should naturally make good use of them too.

...

「Meanwhile.」

A piece of news spread throughout the global underworld.

Someone had issued a bounty for the death of Lin Wudi, with a reward of one billion U.S. dollars.

Immediately, assassins from organizations like Blood Skeleton, Dark Flower, and Poison Snake took the contract, and countless killers flocked to Huaxia in a frenzy.

When the news broke, everyone was shocked. These were some of the top assassin organizations in the world. Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster would find it nearly impossible to defend against them, because assassins focus only on a single, lethal strike and never engage in a direct fight.

"Lin Wudi, oh Lin Wudi, your day has come!" some sneered, secretly rejoicing.

Others were deeply worried.

"Kill my Master?"

「Europe.」

In a secret underground chamber, a one-armed man stared at a piece of paper in his hand, a cold curve appearing on his lips.

"It doesn’t matter who you are. Since you dare to move against my Master, you will all be annihilated!"

The man suddenly stood up, an incredibly terrifying aura erupting from him.

"Heavenly Punishment!"

With a swift motion, a blood-red saber appeared in his palm. He slashed downward.

BOOM!

A blood-colored blade aura, several meters long, roared out and instantly split the steel-hard wall in two.

The man sheathed his saber and headed straight for a certain assassin base.

Anyone who dares to harm my Master will have their entire clan annihilated!