Hai Yeer's Death

At the Sea Race territory headquarters, in Hai Yeer's residence.

Hai Yeer stared worriedly at the projection before him. The videos, images, text, and other information were all related to the Gu Ding Pirate Crew.

"What should I do? That thing has fallen into their hands... I can no longer rely on the Sea Race's power, and the chances of successfully hiring assassins aren't high either..."

"What was that thing you just mentioned?" A voice suddenly came from behind Hai Yeer.

Hai Yeer's heart jolted. He recognized the voice without even turning around, and the hairs on his back stood on end. Slowly, he turned around.

"Hai Yeer, it seems you hired me to capture that white-haired brat alive not to avenge your son." The newcomer was none other than Manson, the assassin Hai Yeer had hired.

Manson leisurely walked toward Hai Yeer, pulled over a swivel chair beside him, and sat down. He then turned Hai Yeer's chair to face him, placed both hands on the armrests, and narrowed his eyes at Hai Yeer. "Lying isn't a good habit..."

"Why are you here?" Hai Yeer asked, feigning composure.

"What else would I come to the Sea Race Headquarters Planet for? Naturally, to find my old employer." Manson bared a mouthful of large yellow teeth.

"Find me? You haven't completed the task I hired you for, have you?" Hai Yeer could sense that Manson's arrival was no good sign, but all he could do now was stall for time and look for an opportunity to call for help.

Hai Yeer was not a combatant. From the beginning, he had merely been a minor clerk in the Sea Race Finance Department and had never entered the military for systematic training. Though he had later raised his cultivation through various potions, he