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Once Sandora's terrifying appearance and Abyss Power appeared on the scene, they had an immense effect. The three men who had initially looked fierce now collectively collapsed to the ground, a stench emanating from beneath them.
How should I put it? Sandora's form really had the effect of making people wet themselves...
Seeing the three men before me about to be scared out of their wits, I tugged at the hem of Sandora's floating skirt and said, "Calm down. Human spirits are quite fragile."
Sandora seemed to notice the three little toys in front of her were almost scared to death. She nodded and slowly descended back to the ground, though she did not completely retract her Abyss Form. Her body's shape returned to normal, but black flames still surrounded the right half of her body.
With a cold snort, Sandora turned her head away impatiently and said, "If it weren't for the incomplete research on human nerves, I'd directly read their memories!"
I turned to the bald man, who had just regained a bit of strength, and said, "So, let's start with your names. What are your names?"
At this moment, the bald man had completely classified the three people before him as aliens with dubious intentions mingling with humans (and he was two-thirds correct). Though as a human, he knew he should grit his teeth and die rather than let these non-humans succeed, the overwhelming power of the other side caused his thin sense of human righteousness to crumble in an instant. Moreover, the female demon (what would Sandora think of this description if she knew?) mentioned memory reading earlier. It seemed that even if he didn't speak, they had ways to learn his secrets. Since resistance was futile, he might as well spill the beans to avoid pain—he thought of a myriad of excuses to justify himself and finally killed off his last shred of human dignity.
Swallowing hard, the bald man cautiously glanced at the black-flamed Sandora and then answered, "My name is Liu Meng, but everyone calls me Bald Liu. This is Lao Dao, and that over there is Ciwei."
"Lao Dao? Ciwei?" I became interested. "Those are all nicknames, right? What's their real names?"
"Well... I don't know either," Baldie answered honestly.
"I don't know?" I was shocked. "Aren't they your subordinates?"
At this moment, the man with triangular eyes who was called Lao Dao saw Bald Liu had already said so much. Afraid that saying less or being late would displease the big shots in front of them, he quickly chimed in, "It's our organization's rule. Everyone inside can only use such nicknames and can't disclose their real names. I just learned that the boss's real name is Liu Meng, and my name..."
"I'm no longer interested in your name," I waved my hand and said, "However, you mentioned an organization earlier. It seems you guys have a bit of background?"
"Well..." Lao Dao hesitated. Despite not daring to defy the big shots in front of him, years of secrecy training and brutal education in the organization made him hesitate on whether to reveal the organization's secrets.
"We are a killer organization!" Having not been in the organization for long, Ciwei hadn't witnessed many examples of people being executed for violating codes, so he answered bluntly, "Our organization is called Blood Blade!"
This fully proved that in many situations, the contribution of a group of loyal warriors can't match the betrayal of one traitor. The harm of traitors is too great.
"Blood Blade, huh," I nodded. I had indeed heard some meaningful news. "So, who sent you here?"
The three assassins looked at each other and then answered in unison, "Liu Zicai!"
"And who is Liu Zicai?" I turned to ask Pandora, "Why does that name sound familiar?"
The three assassins felt a cold sweat. When they first received the mission, they thought the target was a nobody. Even if they killed him, Young Master Liu and the Ding Family would soon forget him. But now, the situation was the opposite. This person was a big shot, and the so-called Young Master Liu wasn't even worth remembering. Now it seemed that even the seemingly all-powerful Ding Family might not be in the eyes of these big shots. After all, no matter how big the Ding Family's influence, it was human. Given these mysterious aliens, it meant little; seeing those futuristic-like Corps... They gulped. Could these three people be here to conquer Earth?
From a certain perspective, their guess was partly correct. The ultimate goal in life for the little girl next to me, standing at 1.22 meters, was to open new frontiers for the Empire. The golden-haired queen/sister symbiotic beside me was temporarily in a war-sensitive phase, and as the only stable pacifist among us, my pressure was immense...
Following the principle of the majority rule, I, the pacifist, could be ignored, so saying we were a sinister group aiming to conquer the world wasn't wrong.
Pandora didn't seem surprised by my forgetfulness. Since knowing this little one, she'd never shown a "surprised" expression. She extended her tender white hand, pointed at the ground before her, and a holographic image of a young man appeared out of thin air. A synthesized female voice explained: "Liu Zicai, son of Liu Chensheng, a real estate mogul in K City. Born on July 3, 1991, at 22:15:34, left the Mother at a certain level in human society, naturally arrogant, promiscuous, with some hooligans and a few noble offspring dependent on the Liu Family. His combat effectiveness is zero, posing zero threat to us, and target value is also zero. Comprehensive analysis: a disposable lower-level junior intelligent life form suggested as a training target for new recruits..."
Damn, that evaluation was cutting!
The three unfortunate assassins were stunned by this synthesized voice. In the eyes of these mysterious aliens, Young Master Liu, who had some weight in society, wasn't even worthy of being evaluated as a creature. This delivered another severe blow to their human dignity. Fortunately, these guys were shameless and selfish enough, so in facing numerous semi-mechanical warriors around them, they wisely chose silence.
Through the Spiritual Connection, I protested seriously to Sandora. Though the elaboration of this nonsense evaluation was needed for the plot, it was way too insulting!
After the synthesized female voice stopped, Liu Zicai's hologram dimmed, and fine text appeared in the air, providing more detailed information about him, including the exact amount he urinated when he first wet the bed. I didn't know if it was true, but if it were, I'd say that Xyrin Technology was just too much sometimes.
I still had doubts. Confident that Xyrin Empire's secrets couldn't have leaked, it'd mean no one would specifically target me. Even if secrets were leaked, those coming for me wouldn't be small-time killer organizations but Marine Corps cannon fodder along with a hot-blooded protagonist like Lambo. What was up with Liu Zicai hiring assassins to trouble me? Nearly involving my sister, too?
"Why did Liu Zicai want you to go after me?" I asked the pressing question in my mind.
"Because..." Bald Liu hesitated. What seemed like a plausible reason flipped upside down with our identity, suddenly making it sound absurd. "Because Liu Zicai thought you stole his woman..."
The three of us were stunned. Sandora roared with laughter, and Pandora and I exchanged bewildered glances.
"You mean Qianqian?" I was puzzled. Qianqian had always been my girlfriend, so Liu Zicai must have some nerve…
Bald Liu nodded, hesitantly eyeing the black-flamed Sandora humbly and cautiously, "Actually, also this young lady..."
"Boom—" Black flames surged.
I teased Sandora, saying, "It seems Liu Zicai's courage is indeed impressive."
With a snort, Sandora secretly tickled me behind my back where others couldn't see.
I sensed an odd feeling from Sandora's Spiritual Wave.
"That is a foolish man," I slipped my hand over Sandora's, then addressed the three trembling assassins, "Daring to touch a Xyrin Empress and a Xyrin Queen!"