Prince looked at Lucifer indifferently, but there was a feeling of horror in his heart.
This guy is far more powerful than I imagined.
Externally, he is a super S-level water-controlling super user.
However, he has actually broken through to the Double S level and is truly a peerless powerhouse.
Lucifer is only S-level. Even if he has a trump card, he can only be super-S-level.
He actually has the strength to threaten his own life.
Today, I miscalculated.
He was sure of hurting Lucifer, but he definitely couldn't kill him.
There is a strange circle among superpowers.
If you want to surround and kill experts of the same level, you need at least eight, nine or even ten people to join forces.
However, if you want to self-destruct and die together with the other person, one person can drag ten others of the same level to the burial.
Prince, of course, refused to blow himself up.
He hasn't lived enough yet.
So, it is equivalent to him and Lucifer canceling each other out.
On the other side, there is also a terrifying Blood Duke, the former king of killers in the world.
He believed that Night Owl might not take action.
But what about that damn Blood Duke?
Prince has never fought against Su Mu, but he also knows how terrifying he is.
He must be a super strong person, otherwise, how could Lucifer surrender?
Moreover, he was a super strong man who emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
There is no pressure on such people to kill Kafka.
Prince finally couldn't help but said:
"His Royal Highness the Blood Duke, if you hurt him, I swear that the entire organization will use all means to kill everyone around you who has a relationship with you, until... we are all dead, or you die."
As if he was afraid that his words would anger Su Mu, he added:
"This is not a threat."
Kafka sighed inwardly.
He knew that this time the game was big.
Because Su Mu didn't even move his eyes when Prince was talking, it was like... watching a show.
What does this look mean?
It means that Su Mu didn't even take Prince's words to heart at all.
Where does he get the confidence?
Just listen to Su Mu smiling and saying:
"The entire Eastern ancient martial arts world knows that certain people cannot be messed with, because they are god-like existences, and I am such a person, a bullshit killer organization, relying on the so-called century-old superpower behind me
With the support of the organization, you dare to plot against me?"
Kafka looked at Su Mu in shock, the expression on his face extremely ugly.
How could he know?
But now, it is no longer time to consider this issue.
What is this guy's identity in the East?
He is just an ancient warrior. Could it be said that his sect is very strong?
Are you kidding me?
He is so powerful. Why has he been living in the West a few years ago?
Could it be that he offended a certain super power in the ancient martial arts world in the East and could no longer survive in the East, so he went to the West to become a troublemaker?
However, Su Mu's words clearly contained some powerful disdain.
Kafka feels very dreamy right now.
The most terrible thing is that now, in front of his former subordinates, he has suffered such embarrassing humiliation.
At this time, in front of his old boss, Ye Xiao could neither express sympathy nor persuade him, nor could he comfort him. He just felt uncomfortable all over.
He heard it in confusion, but he still understood something.
A mysterious person, representing the North American Skull and Bones Society and the committee behind the top ten Japanese Fuso consortiums, found Kafka and asked him to become Su Mu.
It happened that Zhu Ronghua, an idiot, came up with such a reward.
And Su Mu's name is on the taboo list of all major super killer organizations.
Of course, ordinary killer organizations are not qualified to know this list.
And how can people who can be on this list worry about the assassination of these little Karami?
Now, Kafka violated this taboo and secretly accepted a deal from a mysterious figure.
Of course, if it were him, he would definitely nip the danger in the bud.
Now we have reached a point where we are at odds with each other, and they start fighting even if they don't agree with each other.
The former boss was at a disadvantage in terms of being suppressed.
Ye Xiao swallowed his saliva and said to Su Mu:
"Hey, give me some face and let's talk."
If it were anyone else who dared to say this, Su Mu would not speak, and Lucifer would have to spit it out.
Who are you?
But when Ye Xiao said this, Su Mu had to give him this face.
He glanced at Ye Xiao and said with a smile:
"Old Ye, if you open your mouth, I will definitely give you face. In this way, I advise your former boss that as long as he is loyal to me, I will spare his life and use a large enough sum of money to fully acquire his organization.
Then, you become the leader of Damocles."
Ye Xiao suddenly jumped up.
Peat.
I know you have money, but if you spend it like this, you will go bankrupt sooner or later.
But can I really be the boss of my current boss?
This suggestion is very tempting.
Seeing Ye Xiao's confused look, Su Mu said seriously:
"Old Ye, you know me, I am actually very afraid of trouble. And I have no ambitions. I just want to spend my time with the women around me. As you know, they are all very beautiful and lovely. Assassin is such a promising industry.
, don’t you want to continue and become bigger and stronger?”
"What the hell...!"
Ye Xiao forced a smile and said angrily:
"I don't have much experience either."
Su Mu said cheerfully:
"Kafka can help you. As your deputy, Kafka, I know what you and the other party's plan is. In more than a month, the underground national war between Hua and Fuso will begin. If you want to
You won’t let me participate unless you die, right?”
Kafka looked at him in astonishment, and even Prince couldn't help but be a little surprised.
You know everything, and yet you ask a question.
This is clearly a deliberate attempt to dig a hole for us to jump into.
In other words, he was not familiar with Chinese culture. Otherwise, Kafka would have jumped up and yelled that his grandson was a drunkard and his intention was not to drink.
What else are you talking about now?
Or die.
Or drop.
But surrender is not as simple as a sentence.
Kafka was worried that as soon as he knelt down, someone would take the blame again.
He didn't believe that Su Mu could protect his organization.
After thinking about it, Kafka gritted his teeth and said:
"Your Highness, I want to know where you are in the Eastern World...!"
Su Mu smiled contemptuously.
Lucifer had put away the wings of darkness behind his back, looked at Kafka and sighed:
"You guys are really... ignorant. My master is a true pride of heaven in the ancient eastern martial arts world. His sect is called Tianxing, and he is the young master of Tianxing."
Kafka was still a little confused, but Prince's eyes were still open.
He looked at Su Mu in horror and shouted:
"How can it be?"
Lucifer smiled contemptuously and stopped talking.
Kafka turned his head and glanced at Prince, but Prince looked directly at Su Mu with a ghostly expression:
"Damn it, since you are... why are you interested in Western superpower organizations?"
Su Mu smiled.
"You can think of it as my personal hobby. I have a collecting habit."
Take your sister in.
Prince said to Kafka simply:
"Sell yourself."
Kafka's face froze, then he gritted his teeth and nodded:
"Your Highness, how much do you think is appropriate?"
Su Mu laughed:
"I'm going to use a message as payment, how about that?"
Kafka almost lost his temper.
Shameless.
So shameless.
Su Mu felt that he was at a loss.
Do you think you are the Holy See? Are you the Dark Council?
Not even the Blood Society and the Hall of Valor are qualified to know about these worthless superpower organizations in the West.
You cannon fodder, I’m here to save you, okay?
It would be nice if I didn't ask you to look for me instead.