Taopaipai had been in the assassination business for only twenty years, yet he had already become the greatest assassin under the heavens. He was also Master Roshi's younger brother. His fee for killing was fixed at one hundred million yuan. Though expensive, he had never failed!
This time, he had accepted the Red Ribbon Army's commission to kill Son Goku and reclaim the Dragon Balls. With a combat power as high as 150, Taopaipai held an absolute advantage over Son Goku at this point.
Even Master Roshi as he was now was no match for him.
He had taken a Kamehameha head-on, then easily defeated Son Goku with a Dodompa and seized three Dragon Balls. However, because the Four-Star Dragon Ball was tucked in Son Goku's clothes, it blocked the Dodompa and allowed Goku to survive.
Since his clothes had been damaged by the Kamehameha, Taopaipai had been in too much of a hurry to find a tailor and get new clothes to inspect things carefully. Thus, Goku survived with the Four-Star Dragon Ball...
Having just stepped out of the tailor's shop in a fresh set of clothes, Taopaipai wore a satisfied expression.
He had new clothes, completed his mission, and it was even the twentieth anniversary of his career as an assassin. Every good thing had come together at once.
But the moment he stepped outside, he frowned and jabbed a finger at a passerby reading a newspaper nearby, piercing straight through the man's shoulder.
Watching the figure groan and clutch his wound as he fell, Taopaipai stood with his hands behind his back, his face utterly calm.
"Were you spying on me? Who are you? Red Ribbon Army?"
Even if they might have been his employer, Taopaipai showed no hesitation in striking first.
"It's a misunderstanding, Lord Taopaipai!