Moros did not hesitate. He took out another twenty-five gold bars and placed them on the long table.
He then received all the intelligence on Moth to Fire, including its organizational structure, membership list, operational plans, and more.
Moros carefully read through the information, gaining a deeper understanding and assessment of Fox's capabilities.
As expected of a widely recognized intelligence broker, Fox's knowledge of Moth to Fire was quite solid.
When he saw key entries such as Dr. Mobius, First Research Institute, Dr. Spasi, and Fifth Research Institute, Moros knew he had obtained enough information. He could now begin the true purpose of this trip.
"I want all the information on the senator."
Just as the hooded man withdrew his phone and prepared to operate it again, Moros spoke up once more.
"Note that I mean all of it!"
At that moment, the atmosphere in the entire room turned solemn and tense.
But soon, as the hooded man quoted another price, the atmosphere returned to normal.
"Fifteen million!"
Fifteen million was indeed a staggering figure.
But when it was exchanged for all the information on a senator—one of the leaders of the world's strongest nation—the price seemed reasonable.
"Deal!"
Moros took out ten gold bars and pushed them in front of the hooded man before continuing.
"I need to make a call."
Moros naturally had enough wealth to pay such a large sum, but at this moment, he had no intention of paying directly.
Whether it was fifteen million in cash or gold bars, the volume and weight exceeded what an ordinary person could carry.
He needed to ensure the secrecy of this transaction, and he also needed to ensure his own safety.
Under such circumstances, paying directly was clearly not a wise choice.
"Be my guest."
The hooded man spread his hands in invitation, appearing exceptionally generous.
He then pressed a button on his phone, turning off the signal jammer in the room.
Right in front of the hooded man, Moros pretended to make a call.
Not long afterward, a truck loaded with banknotes issued by the Mu Continent drove into Dusk Street.
The truck eventually stopped outside Twilight Wine, everything proceeding exactly as Moros had expected.
Before entering Dusk Street, he had already prepared contingencies like this.
Now, he was merely activating one of them.
"The truck downstairs contains my payment. Go inspect it."
Moros crossed his arms and spoke calmly.
The Overconfident Gang
After smoothly operating the specialized smartphone for a while, the hooded man set it down and waited for the inspection results.
Even skilled inspectors needed some time to verify a full fifteen million in cash.
This was also the main reason why large transactions tended to favor transfers over cash.
However, considering they were currently on Dusk Street, nine out of ten traders on this street were probably wanted by the Mu Continent government.
Asking such people to make bank transfers was clearly asking too much.
Therefore, Fox naturally had thorough measures in place for customers who used large amounts of cash.
The hooded man was merely following the established procedure.
Before long, he received a text from the inspectors confirming that the transaction had been successful.
The hooded man then pushed the smartphone toward Moros.
Taking the phone, Moros immediately began carefully examining every piece of information about the senator.
From his résumé to his family background, from his social connections to secrets unknown to the public, every detail was laid out before Moros.
As he looked through the intelligence, Moros felt that fifteen million had been well worth the cost.
With this valuable information, Moros was fully confident that he could successfully intercept this veteran senator, a major figure in Mu Continent politics.
Let me think. Where should I intercept him next...?
Moros considered possible battle locations. Combined with the intelligence in his hands, several options had already formed in his mind.
Each had its own advantages and risks, and he needed to weigh them carefully.
Moros knew very well that given the senator's power, if this operation failed, finding his whereabouts again would be extremely difficult.
Therefore, Moros had to ensure that this act of revenge went off without a hitch.
Seeing that his client was currently thinking, the hooded man did not urge him at all. He simply placed his hands in front of himself and waited for Moros's next question.
Not long afterward, Moros finished thinking.
He nodded to the hooded man in thanks, then rose and left the room reserved for intelligence transactions.
From Moros's firm, powerful footsteps, the hooded man seemed to glimpse a massive upheaval in Mu Continent politics.
Perhaps this customer's information could be worth quite a bit...
With that thought in mind, the hooded man began performing a series of operations on the smartphone.
After walking out through the entrance of the bar called Twilight Wine, Moros directly boarded the truck he had just used to transport the payment for the intelligence.
Amid the rumbling of the engine, he lightly patted the shoulder of the driver beside him.
This seemingly ordinary action brought about a shocking change.
The truck driver, who had looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, instantly turned into a bare-boned skeleton.
As a necromancer who had mastered expert-level necromancy, Moros could easily extract a soul fragment from another soul and inject it into the soul fire of a Skeleton Archer.
With the driving experience of the truck driver who had previously served the gang, even a Skeleton Archer could skillfully operate this heavy truck.
"Drive!"
Following Moros's command, the Skeleton Archer drove the truck toward the exit of Dusk Street.
"Boss, they've left."
The guard watched the departing truck and reported the situation inside through his radio.
"Leave them alone."
"Yes!"
Upon hearing the order from the radio, the guard returned the assault rifle he had raised to its original position, as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion.
While the owner of Twilight Wine made a wise decision, not every gang on Dusk Street had such a clear-headed leader.
There were many gang members here, and their desire and greed were often as uncontrollable as wildfire.
The crates of cash unloaded from that truck earlier had undoubtedly become known throughout the entire district.
Those little darlings printed by the Mu Continent Central Bank held enough temptation to drive countless people mad.
Though the gang members blinded by greed understood deep down that anyone carrying such a huge sum was no easy target, they still chose to ignore the potential danger.
Thus, just as Moros's truck was about to leave Dusk Street, more than ten modified vehicles rushed out from both sides of the road and blocked their path.
"Sir, we don't want to hurt you, but our brothers need a little sponsorship..."
Listening to the voice booming from the loudspeaker of the gang blocking his way, Moros revealed a dangerous smile.
I wasn't even going to trouble you cash machines, and you actually dared to block me?
The intercepted necromancer did not waste words. He did not even get out of the truck, merely raising a hand toward the gang members who remained ignorant of what awaited them.
The next moment, a dim beam shot from Moros's hand, rapidly splitting apart as it traveled before finally landing on every gang member blocking the truck's path.
Curse of Madness (Frenzy)!
Under the power of the formidable Dark Magic, a gang member holding an assault rifle suddenly became frenzied.
He felt an overwhelming disgust toward the underling who was still shouting through the loudspeaker.
"Ah! Damn it! I've had enough! Why are you so annoying?!"
He furiously raised his assault rifle and unleashed a barrage at the underling who was still speaking.
The latter had no time to react before being struck by the dense hail of bullets and collapsing into a pool of blood.
This was not an isolated case. The overwhelming power of the Curse of Madness drove every affected gang member insane.
They lost all reason and madly attacked the nearest living thing around them. Even their own companions received no mercy.
Even when struck by bullets from their own people, the gang members affected by the Curse of Madness would not stop attacking.
"Oh God! What happened?!"
"Have the brothers up front gone insane?"
"There's a devil in that truck!"
Having witnessed the horrific madness of their companions, the gang members in several modified vehicles blocking the truck's escape route from behind instantly panicked.
They were utterly stunned by the sight before them and could not react for a moment.
However, unlike the panicked gang members, Moros remained calm and rational throughout.
After casting the Curse of Madness, he swiftly locked onto the gang members behind him who had yet to react.
Puppet Master!
As Moros's low chant rang out, an invisible force flowed from the necromancer's fingertips and enveloped the gang members behind him.
"Go back, kill everyone in your gang, then kill yourselves!"
After leaving this command for the gang members controlled by Puppet Master, Moros gestured for the Skeleton Archer beside him to continue driving.
Moros believed that these gang members controlled by fifth-level Dark Magic would give the gangs behind them quite a surprise.
Boarding and First Meeting Eden
Thirty minutes later, at the hideout of some gang not even worthy of a name.
"Routine inspection!"
The two gang underlings guarding the entrance shouted at the returning convoy of modified vehicles.
They noticed that the returning convoy was clearly much smaller than when it had departed.
This made the two guards feel fortunate that their job was merely to guard this gate rather than follow the convoy into unknown danger.
"Inspection my ass! Can't you see we just escaped death? Open the gate!"
Although the gang members controlled by Puppet Master had changed their allegiance, they had not lost their minds.
On the contrary, free of personal desires and acting only to fulfill the caster's commands, they displayed an even more intelligent side.
"Open the damn gate! Or we'll kill you!"
Noticing the faintly raised gun barrels within the convoy, the two gate guards did not dare delay and immediately replied obsequiously.
"Yes, brothers, we'll open it right away!"
"Hurry up! Don't keep us waiting!"
Before long, the gates of the gang hideout slowly opened from within.
The two gang underlings stood at the entrance with ingratiating smiles, welcoming the convoy's return.
"Good. At least you know what's good for you!"
The vehicles drove in one after another. Just as the final modified vehicle passed the two gate guards, its window suddenly opened, revealing a pitch-black gun barrel.
"Rat-a-tat-tat~"
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