Laughing to the Heavens as He Slammed the Door, Dead Before the Mission Began

During this period, the trio suspected of being Travelers of All Heavens had been extremely active. They kept taking on missions and completing them perfectly in a short span of time, rising to fame just like Xiao Miao.

All three possessed physical abilities beyond those of ordinary people. Xiao Miao had watched videos of them fighting; they were indeed formidable, but there was still a gap between them and him.

With insufficient intelligence, if the three of them went after Mr. X, they would probably die horribly.

Fate Dice was indeed his cheat, but in Xiao Miao's eyes, his foreknowledge of the plot was his greatest advantage. It was enough to let him avoid danger and choose the most beneficial path.

Cross cast Xiao Miao a rather regretful look, then got up and sat at another table with the three of them to discuss things in detail.

A moment later, the three nodded in satisfaction, threw their arms around Cross's shoulders, laughed toward the heavens, and slammed the door on their way out.

The following night, Cross walked through the door alone.

As for those three Travelers of All Heavens...

They had died before their mission even began!

Xiao Miao was currently admiring their corpses through the news.

The battle had been recorded and uploaded online by some busybody. Although the video was quickly purged from the entire internet, the full footage could still be found on the dark web.

That absurd battle had become a hot topic among assassins. Everyone came to the same conclusion: never provoke anyone from the Brotherhood!

Mr. X had crossed more than thirty meters with his body alone, smashed through tempered glass, and flown from one building to another while dropping only two floors in height. That was Mr. X's athletic ability.

Every assassin who watched the dark-web video was left crying out in disbelief.

At the time, Mr. X had still been wearing a suit and dress shoes that hindered movement. While flying through the air, he had even used the Brotherhood's signature Curved-Line Shooting, killing two assassins in succession before landing and effortlessly slaughtering the last terrified rookie.

What was even more terrifying was that even someone as powerful as Mr. X had still failed to escape death.

A bullet from three kilometers away accurately entered the back of Mr. X's head and exited through his brow, instantly ending the terrifying assassin's life!

Mr. X collapsed onto a sheet of white paper bearing an X symbol. This showed that the sniper had calculated everything. There was always someone stronger, and the terrifying Mr. X had been toyed with in the palm of someone's hand.

Brother, this wasn't long-range sniping anymore. This was Greater Prophecy!

Go make a living at the Vatican. You've got a brighter future there than as an assassin.

Every assassin who had watched the video made up their mind never to touch any contract involving the Brotherhood. They became assassins to make money; there was no need to risk their lives against superhumans.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we cannot accept your contract."

At the lobby counter, Charon spoke politely.

Although Cross was still wearing that Middle Eastern-style outfit that exposed only his eyes, Charon recognized him at a glance.

"The Continental Hotel actually refuses contracts? Is the High Table afraid of the Brotherhood?" Cross lowered his voice in mockery, sounding as though he had Batman's brand of terminal throat cancer.

That's right. Those old men of the High Table might really be afraid of the Brotherhood, Charon thought to himself. His expression remained unchanged as he said, "Sir, the Continental Hotel has its own rules. Besides, the High Table greatly admires the Brotherhood's creed, which is why it has ordered all related contracts suspended."

"Is that so..." Cross sneered twice. "If the Loom weaves the names of High Table members, I wonder whether they'll still be able to sit still."

Charon narrowed his eyes. "Sir, if you insist on causing trouble in the hotel, I will have no choice but to take some forceful measures."

The Continental Hotel's assassins might not be able to defeat Brotherhood members, but couldn't they handle a client like you?

"Charon, what happened? Look at you, your face has gone black with anger." Xiao Miao approached them with a smile.

I'm Black. My face was already black!

Charon grumbled inwardly, then took a deep breath and put on a professional smile. "Mr. Smith, have you found a contract that interests you?"

"No. Same as always, you know my standards. I want to make a big splash, but the contracts currently on the board are all too low-end."

"Make a big splash? Would wiping out the Brotherhood count as a big splash?" Cross's heart leaped with joy when he heard that. He looked at Xiao Miao. "Do you dare take my contract?"

Before Xiao Miao could respond, Charon spoke first. "Sir, my patience is limited. I'll say this one last time: the Continental Hotel is temporarily not accepting contracts related to the Brotherhood. Please go elsewhere."

"Wait, Charon. Let me talk to him first." Xiao Miao waved a hand at Charon.

Charon's eyes widened at once. "Mr. Smith, you aren't thinking of accepting his contract, are you?"

Xiao Miao nodded. "I am somewhat interested."

"Please, you must put that thought out of your mind!" Charon sucked in a breath. "Surely you watched that video?"

"I did. It was spectacular!"

"And you still want to take the contract? Who knows how many assassins in the Brotherhood are on Mr. X's level? I know you're skilled, but against those monsters, you have no chance of winning!"

Charon spoke with complete sincerity and truly had Xiao Miao's interests at heart. The Continental Hotel did not have many ace assassins, and even fewer with the potential to become legends.

Xiao Miao was one of them, as were the three rookies who had just died at Mr. X's hands.

When news of the three rookies' deaths reached the hotel, Winston's expression had been quite a sight. It was the regret of someone so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

"Charon, thank you for the warning." Xiao Miao thanked him sincerely, then changed the subject. "But whether I can beat the Brotherhood is something I'll only know after fighting them. I intend to give it a try."

Cross quietly let out a breath of relief, then looked at Charon again. "Can you register it now? I designate Mr. Smith to accept my contract. The mission is to destroy the Brotherhood, and the reward is fifteen million dollars and ten gold coins."

"Not enough!" Xiao Miao shook his head. "I have one additional condition."

"Please, say it."

"I want to master Curved-Line Shooting first. You will teach me personally. That shouldn't be difficult for you, Mr. Cross." Xiao Miao spoke slowly.

"What? You're Cross?!" Charon was startled and instinctively raised his voice, only to quickly lower it again.

Cross was the Brotherhood's ace assassin, a true legend of the industry. Charon had never expected him to appear at the Continental Hotel and issue a contract to destroy the Brotherhood.

Had the Brotherhood completely fallen apart internally?

Charon's heart stirred. He suddenly realized this might be an opportunity. If they could use this chance to swallow the Brotherhood's peripheral forces and territory, the New York Continental Hotel's strength would rise rapidly.

Cross was also surprised. He had not expected Xiao Miao to discover his true identity, but he did not panic. After a brief moment of thought, he slowly nodded. "Curved-Line Shooting? No problem. You have the talent to master this ability."

"However, time is tight. I can only teach you for one week. If you still can't learn it after a week, it means your talent isn't sufficient."

Xiao Miao thought for a moment, then nodded. "No problem."

Learning the skill was secondary. Raising his favorability was the key. Maybe then he could directly draw a skill card for Curved-Line Shooting or Bullet Time and settle it once and for all.

The two looked at Charon at the same time.

Charon's breathing stalled. He slowly said, "This matter... I must consult the manager. Please wait a moment, both of you."

After Winston learned of the matter, he immediately came forward in person and invited Xiao Miao and Cross into the VIP room for further discussion. In the end, he decided to defy the High Table's order and provide contract-guarantee services for the two of them.

If they could truly swallow the Brotherhood's power, what did being held accountable by the High Table matter?

Although he did not think highly of Xiao Miao either.

Even with Cross included, two people trying to destroy an organization that had endured for a thousand years was simply a fool's dream.

But... what if a miracle happened?

Before setting out, Xiao Miao spent gold coins on a whole pile of things.

Dealing with the Brotherhood was completely different from his previous two contracts. Xiao Miao raised his vigilance to the utmost and made thorough preparations.

Before leaving, he tossed a gold coin to Charon. "Prepare a bulletproof phone for me. Make the volume as loud as possible, then download a song called Sunny Rainbow Little White Horse onto it."

Charon had never heard of the song. Catching the coin, he looked utterly confused. "Mr. Smith, does this phone have something to do with your contract too?"

"Of course." Xiao Miao revealed a mysterious smile. "Have you played Gala Game? It's an item for raising favorability, and at critical moments, it can also draw aggro."

Sloan's favorability was definitely negative. If he wanted to increase the odds of drawing a God Character Card, this was his only option.