Chapter Sixty-four: Trouble (Second Update)

“There’s a little moth in the sky, fluttering through the flowers, flying, so beautiful—rock, paper, scissors?”

The man in the black robe dialed the number for the Moth Organization and recited a string of code words. This particular code left him speechless—it was even more childish than a nursery rhyme!

“Would you like the basic package or a custom service?” came a melodious female voice from the other end of the line.

“Basic package? What does that include?” the man in black asked, thinking to himself that this really was an international organization—there were even set packages.

“One leg, one million. One arm, one million. Arm and leg together, one point eight million. Paralysis or other disabling injuries, one and a half million.”

“For the upgraded custom service, it depends on your specific requirements,” the melodious voice continued.

“What if I want someone dead?” he asked.

“Whose life?” There was a pause, and then a different woman’s voice took over the call.

“An ordinary person,” he replied.

“Send over the person’s details. The starting price for a hit is ten million,” the woman said.

“Alright, I’ll send it to your email shortly. I didn’t expect your rates to be so reasonable,” he chuckled, nodding to himself.

“Reasonable? You must be quite wealthy, aren’t you afraid I’ll overcharge?” she snorted coldly.

“I trust the Moth Organization to give me a fair price,” he said with a smile.

There was no further response—the call was simply disconnected.

The man in black smiled, then sent over all of Qin Tian’s information.

“Sister Moth, ten million is indeed a bargain.”

In a secret domestic base, Song Wan, the owner of that melodious voice, spoke. Standing before her was a slender, breathtakingly beautiful young woman.

“Wanwan, you know how fierce the competition is these days. We can only win by cutting prices—it’s better to work for less than to have no jobs at all. We have a whole team to feed,” sighed Nangong Little Moth.

“It’s all those damn freelancers’ fault! They not only drive prices down but also mess up the market—some quote outrageously high, others dirt cheap!” Song Wan complained indignantly. “We, the organized ones, are the ones who suffer the most!”

“Enough complaining. Work’s work, and there’s always a market for it. Where there are people, there are grudges, and this business will last until humanity’s end!” Nangong Little Moth joked.

“Pfft, humanity will never go extinct!” Song Wan protested.

Nangong Little Moth smiled and opened her inbox—she had already received the target’s profile.

“Qin Tian, male, nineteen by traditional reckoning, currently living with the Jiang family in Wu City, Hua Xia, address XX Road, XX Number. Born in an orphanage, raised by his adoptive grandfather, now working for the Jiang family as both an employee and a bodyguard,” she read aloud.

“Just an ordinary person—it’s only fair to charge ten million,” Song Wan sighed.

“Ten million is still money!” Nangong Little Moth tapped Song Wan on the head.

“But Qin Tian’s background is so tragic. An orphan, no less. Who knows how he managed to provoke someone enough to bring such disaster upon himself,” Song Wan remarked with sympathy.

“Sympathizing with the target is the cardinal sin for an assassin!” Nangong Little Moth tapped her on the head again.

“One more knock and you’ll knock me stupid!” Song Wan puffed out her cheeks in indignation.

“Go get the gear ready. I’ll handle this one myself—haven’t been out on a job in ages. If I don’t get some practice, I’ll get rusty,” said Nangong Little Moth.

“Sister Moth, can I come with you?” Song Wan asked excitedly.

“You? Best stay here!” Nangong Little Moth refused without mercy.

“With your health, you can’t handle strenuous work like the others. Get better first, and I’ll let you out on a mission,” she added, not wanting to dampen Song Wan’s enthusiasm.

“Really? But my legs…” Song Wan looked down at her legs with disappointment.

Nangong Little Moth crouched down and pulled back the blanket covering Song Wan’s legs, revealing the wheelchair beneath.

Song Wan had been frail since birth, and her legs were afflicted by a terrible illness. Every year, just her medical expenses alone ran into the hundreds of millions!

But Nangong Little Moth had grown up with Song Wan in the orphanage, and she would never abandon her. She also sent a sizeable donation to the orphanage every year, and with so many people relying on her for their livelihood, the burdens she carried were enormous.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you well again!” Nangong Little Moth hugged Song Wan tightly.

“Mm! Thank you, Sister Moth!” Song Wan nodded vigorously.

“Alright, book me a flight—I’m leaving tonight,” Nangong Little Moth said.

“Okay!” Song Wan nodded once more.

Song Wan then called the man in black to confirm they’d accepted the job and collected a five-million deposit. Afterward, she booked Nangong Little Moth the earliest possible flight to Wu City.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang family home in Wu City…

“Captain Lin, thank you for all your trouble.”

Jiang Tianxiang had just been brought home by Lin Jian’s men. After hearing what had happened, he was shocked—someone wanted to kill Qin Tian, and even a bomb had been involved!

“It’s my duty. For the next few days, I’ll have people patrolling here to ensure your safety. Don’t leave the house unless necessary. If you need supplies, call me and I’ll have someone deliver them,” Lin Jian instructed.

“Alright, we won’t go anywhere,” Jiang Tianxiang assured him.

That evening, Qin Tian cooked a lavish meal to calm everyone’s nerves, and Lin Jian stayed for dinner as well.

But throughout the meal, everyone was distracted and ill at ease, fearing someone might toss a bomb in through the window at any moment.

Perhaps the killer would never show again, but the psychological torment was already more than enough to make life unbearable for Qin Tian and the others.

The next day, Qin Tian sent Wade Griffin away. After all, Wade Griffin wasn’t part of the Jiang family, and Qin Tian feared he might become collateral damage.

But Wade Griffin was loyal to a fault and insisted on staying to face the danger together. In the end, only Qin Tian’s threat to reclaim the Longan Elixir convinced him to leave, and Wade Griffin returned home, reluctant but resigned.

Still, the Griffin family was a powerful clan. Wade Griffin immediately dispatched a team of bodyguards—who would arrive on a private jet, no less! They were expected at the Jiang residence by dawn the next day.

Qin Tian had no choice but to accept Wade Griffin’s concern, though he dearly hoped there would be no bloodshed.

“Oh? Everyone’s in the living room watching TV. Let’s see—where’s the target?”

“Looking, looking… There! Found my little target. Busy in the kitchen, cooking! Still has the leisure for that?”

Two kilometers away, on the rooftop of a derelict building, Nangong Little Moth lay at the edge, watching every move of the Jiang family.

Qin Tian had no idea—danger was already closing in.