It'll Cost More

Cross had been waiting outside the door for quite some time. Coming to Ginny this time had been a last resort.

Ginny had left the Brotherhood of Assassins a year ago. The two had been on fairly good terms before, and if Sloan had not set his sights on his son, Cross would not have shamelessly troubled Ginny.

The phone rang. Upon hearing the word "Come in," Carlos relaxed. It seemed there was room to negotiate.

Walking into the Charlotte Agency, Carlos glanced at the three people in the room: a scar-faced Asian, a handsome young man, and Ginny. Unsure who he should discuss the job with, Carlos turned his gaze to Ginny.

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

"Carlos, this is my boss, Charlotte Doyle. You can discuss your matter with him."

Hearing Ginny's introduction and looking at the middle-aged man before him, Charlotte Doyle slowly overlapped the image of Cross from the movie with the man standing before him.

Charlotte then recalled that the Brotherhood of Assassins seemed to possess a treasure, as well as one questionable item.

The treasure was the Brotherhood of Assassins' Wax Bath. Injuries such as bruises, cuts, and fractures could heal completely in just a few hours. Since he currently had neither Medical Ninjas nor Medical Ninjutsu, this secret formula was quite a valuable treasure.

The questionable item was the Fate Weaver. After weaving, this loom would leave behind special numbers. Decoding them as binary would reveal names, after which the Brotherhood of Assassins would dispatch Assassins to kill those people.

The Fate Weaver determined certain people's life, death, good, and evil. Everyone whose name appeared was a villain and had to be killed. Even if they had committed no crimes yet, they would do so in the future.

Fox's childhood experience had also served as firsthand proof of the Fate Weaver's authenticity.

And because of this loom, the Brotherhood of Assassins had become an organization that had existed for a thousand years.

It sounded incredibly idiotic. In modern society, a group of Assassins with special skills actually followed the commands of a loom to carry out assassinations.

But Charlotte Doyle considered that this was no ordinary modern society. This was the Marvel World, where technology, magic, divine power, and more coexisted. Perhaps this Fate Weaver truly was extraordinary? Maybe it was a treasure tied to fate?

All these thoughts passed through his mind in a Lightning Flash. Charlotte Doyle warmly said, "Iruka, hurry and show our guest to the Reception Room."

Seeing Charlotte being so welcoming, Ginny gave a charming smile and led Carlos straight into the Reception Room. Iruka walked over and asked, "What would everyone like to drink? Coffee, whiskey, or ice water?"

Charlotte Doyle smiled. "A glass of whiskey for me."

Ginny smiled. "Coffee for me."

Carlos said, "ice water."

"Please wait a moment. It'll be ready shortly." After saying that, Iruka quickly headed out to prepare the drinks.

Charlotte Doyle said, "Mr. Cross, tell us about your job first."

Carlos straightened up, took a photograph from his pocket, and placed it on the table. Then he said, "I need you to send someone to protect my son. Sloan of the Brotherhood of Assassins has set his sights on him. I'm afraid I can't take him away, so I can only trouble you to protect him."

Charlotte Doyle picked up the photograph and gave it a look. That was right—the unlucky kid who had been watched by his father, cheated on by his girlfriend, then deceived by Sloan and the others into killing his own father.

"Sir, you are called Cross, and I hear you have only recently left that organization. You must understand their strength."

"An organization that has existed for a thousand years will not easily give up once it has targeted someone!"

Carlos hesitated slightly and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

A smile appeared on Charlotte Doyle's face. "It'll cost more!"

Just as Carlos was about to speak, there was a knock at the door. Iruka entered carrying the drinks for the three of them. After placing them in front of them, he left again. He still had to watch the entrance so he could receive any other guests who came by.

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

Carlos picked up the ice water on the table and drained the entire glass in one gulp before slowly saying, "Three million!"

"I'll pay three million dollars. I hope you will keep my son safe."

Charlotte calmly uttered two words. "How long?"

"Why?"

Seeing that Carlos still had not quite caught on, Charlotte said, "Mr. Cross, although I have not investigated in detail yet, if I am not mistaken, you have come into conflict with the Brotherhood of Assassins."

"You want us to protect your son. That is not a problem, but for how long?"

"One week, two weeks, one month, or even longer?"

"Or does it only end once your conflict with the Brotherhood of Assassins has been completely resolved?"

Hearing Charlotte's words, Carlos froze. That was right—how long did he need protection for?

Three million was not a small sum, but protecting his son from the Brotherhood of Assassins required anything less than top-tier strength. How could a sheep protect its child before a pack of wolves?

But hiring a top-tier assassin, someone as legendary as Charlotte, to protect a person might be feasible for a short time. For a long period, three million would not be enough.

After pondering for a moment, Carlos said, "Five million, for one month!"

If he still could not deal with Sloan within a month, then he would not be far from death himself. After all, Sloan would not let him go 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 would not care about his ordinary son.

Upon hearing Carlos raise the price to five million dollars, Charlotte said, "Sir, I have a suggestion. Let's split this job into two."

"For the first job, you pay three million dollars and receive full protection from our Agency for your child, guaranteeing his safety."

"For the second job, you pay to hire me to wipe out the Brotherhood of Assassins."

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

Hearing that he intended to wipe out the Brotherhood of Assassins left her unable to react for a moment.

Carlos calmed himself. After thinking it over, he said, "Sir, I do not have that much money. I cannot afford the price of having you wipe out the Brotherhood of Assassins."

After all, the Brotherhood of Assassins was not just one or two people. It was an organization that had been passed down for more than a thousand years, with a great many members.