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Cross had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He had no choice but to seek out Ginny this time.

It had been a year since Ginny left the Brotherhood of Assassins. They had a good relationship before. If Sloan hadn't targeted his son, he wouldn't have been so shameless as to trouble Ginny.

Just then, the phone rang. Hearing the word "come in," Carlos's heart settled. It seemed there was room for negotiation.

Walking into the Charlotte Agency, Carlos glanced at the three people in the room: an Asian man with a scar on his face, a handsome young man, and Ginny. Unsure who to explain the mission to, Carlos looked at Ginny.

Ginny introduced, "Boss, this is Carlos, who needs our help. His nickname is Cross."

"Carlos, this is my boss, Charlotte Doyle. You can ask our boss for help with your matter!"

Hearing Ginny's introduction and looking at the middle-aged man before him, the image of the movie character Cross in Charlotte Doyle's mind slowly began to merge with the man in front of him.

Charlotte then remembered that the Brotherhood of Assassins seemed to possess a treasure and a questionable item.

The treasure referred to the Brotherhood's Wax Bath, which could heal injuries like bruises, cuts, and fractures in just a few hours. For him, who currently had no Medical Ninjas or Medical Ninjutsu, this secret recipe was a valuable treasure.

The other questionable item was the Fate Weaver. After this loom wove fabric, it would leave behind special numbers. After decrypting these binary numbers, a name would be revealed, and then the Brotherhood of Assassins would dispatch an assassin to kill that person.

The Fate Weaver determined the life and death, good and evil of some people. Those whose names appeared were villains and had to be killed, even if they hadn't committed a crime yet, they would commit crimes in the future.

Fox's childhood experience also served as a testament to the authenticity of the Fate Weaver.

It was also because of this loom that the Brotherhood of Assassins became an organization that had existed for a thousand years.

It sounded incredibly foolish: in a modern society, a group of assassins with special skills actually obeyed the command of a loom to carry out assassinations.

However, Charlotte Doyle considered that this was not a simple modern society, but a Marvel World where technology, magic, divine power, and more coexisted. Perhaps this Fate Weaver was truly extraordinary? Maybe it was a treasure of the fate dimension?

These thoughts were completed in a flash. Charlotte Doyle then said enthusiastically, "Iruka, quickly invite our guest to the reception room."

Seeing Charlotte's enthusiasm, Ginny smiled and led Carlos directly into the reception room. Iruka walked over and asked, "What would you like to drink? Coffee, Whiskey, Ice Water?"

Charlotte Doyle said with a smile, "A glass of Whiskey for me."

Ginny chuckled, "A cup of coffee for me."

Carlos: "Ice Water."

"Please wait a moment, it will be ready soon." Iruka said and quickly went out to prepare.

Charlotte Doyle then said, "Mr. Cross, please tell us about your mission first."

Carlos sat up straight, took a photograph out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and said, "I need you to send someone to protect my son. He's been targeted by Sloan of the Brotherhood of Assassins. I'm afraid I can't get him away, so I have to trouble you for protection."

Charlotte Doyle picked up the photograph and glanced at it. That was right, it was that unlucky kid who was monitored by his father, cheated on by his girlfriend, and then deceived by Sloan and others before killing his own father.

"Sir, your name is Cross, and I heard you just left that organization. You must have some understanding of their strength."

"An organization that's been around for a thousand years won't give up easily once they've set their sights on someone!"

Carlos hesitated slightly, asking doubtfully, "What do you mean?"

Charlotte Doyle's face broke into a smile, and he then said, "We need more money!"

Just as Carlos was about to speak, a knock came at the door. Iruka walked in with drinks for the three of them, placed them down, and left. He still had to guard the entrance and receive any other guests.

Charlotte picked up the whiskey on the table, took a sip, and then gestured for Carlos to continue their previous topic.

At this point, Carlos picked up the ice water on the table, drank it down in one gulp, and then slowly began to speak, "3 million!"

"I'll pay three million US dollars. I hope you can ensure my son's safety."

Charlotte calmly uttered two words: "Time!"

"Why?"

Seeing Carlos still hadn't quite reacted, Charlotte spoke, "Mr. Cross, although I haven't investigated thoroughly, if I'm not mistaken, you've had a conflict with the Brotherhood of Assassins."

"You want us to protect your son, that's no problem, but for how long?"

"A week, two weeks, or a month, or perhaps longer."

"Or does it only end after you've completely resolved your issues with the Brotherhood of Assassins?"

Hearing Charlotte's words, Carlos was stunned. That's right, how long would the protection last?

Three million wasn't a small sum, but protecting his son from the Brotherhood of Assassins required top-tier strength. It was like a sheep trying to protect its child from a wolf pack.

However, hiring a legendary assassin like Charlotte to protect someone was feasible for a short period, but for a long duration, 3 million wouldn't be enough.

After pondering for a moment, Carlos spoke, "5 million, for one month!"

If he couldn't deal with Sloan within a month, he wouldn't have long to live, as Sloan wouldn't let him off either.

No matter what, this matter would eventually have an outcome. If he won, there would be nothing more to say. If he lost, Sloan wouldn't care about his ordinary son.

Hearing Carlos raise the price to 5 million US dollars, Charlotte spoke, "Sir, I have a suggestion. Let's split this task into two."

"For the first task, you pay 3 million US dollars for our agency's comprehensive protection of your child, guaranteeing his life safety."

"For the second task, you pay me to eliminate the Brotherhood of Assassins."

Hearing Charlotte's words, not only Carlos but even Ginny's eyes widened. She had left the Brotherhood of Assassins precisely because she no longer believed in Sloan or the Fate Weaver.

Hearing about eliminating the Brotherhood of Assassins at this moment made her momentarily unable to react.

Carlos calmed himself down, thought for a moment, and then said, "Sir, I don't have that much money. I can't afford the price for you to eliminate the Brotherhood of Assassins."

One had to know that the Brotherhood of Assassins wasn't just one or two people; it was an organization with a thousand-year history and a very large number of members.