After dealing with the black-clad bodyguards in the hallway, the Bearded Man and the Young Man only had the remaining bodyguards and Ans as their targets.
Ans was currently in the room, listening to music and taking a bath. He had no idea that the grim reapers sent to take his life had arrived at his door.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the lock on the door was torn to pieces by the Bearded Man's sharp fingers. The two of them then stepped into the room.
The room was dimly lit, except for the bathroom light, which was still shining brightly.
Loud music was playing, and Ans's voice could be heard singing along.
Although his singing was off-key and awful, one could tell he was happy and relaxed.
The warm water enveloped Ans's large body, washing away his fatigue and irritation.
Tomorrow, he would be going to see his old man, an old man on his deathbed.
It's estimated that tomorrow's meeting will be the last one. The old man can't hold on much longer.
Once he dies, Ans will become the new Rubber King, possessing countless riches.
"Hahahaha." Thinking of this, Ans, who was singing loudly, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
At the same time, the Young Man and the Bearded Man had also arrived at the bathroom door, dragging the two bodyguards who had been waiting to ambush them.
Because the two entered so quickly, the two bodyguards didn't have time to let Ans escape and could only hurriedly meet the enemy.
Hearing Ans's laughter, the two men also couldn't help but laugh; this fat and wealthy second-generation heir didn't yet know that his death was imminent.
Ans, who was taking a bath in the bathtub, was startled when he heard the sudden laughter.
"Help! Where is everyone?" Just as Ans was nervously shouting for his bodyguards, two black figures were thrown in from outside the bathroom.
Ans only glanced down, immediately letting out a horrified scream.
The two figures were the corpses of the black-suited bodyguards who had been guarding his room.
These two bodyguards had already lost their lives. Their throats had been slit, and blood was flowing down onto the bathroom floor, slowly spreading towards Ans.
Just as Ans, terrified, curled up in a corner of the bathtub, the Young Man and the Bearded Man also walked in from the bathroom door.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a sorry state, Mr. Ans," the Bearded Man, disguised as an old man, jeered, looking at Ans.
Hearing the Bearded Man's words, Ans asked in a trembling voice, "Who... who are you? Why are you doing this? Don't kill me, I have a lot of money!"
"As long as you let me go, I can give you a lot of money!"
Hearing Ans's words, the Bearded Man's eyes flickered, as if tempted. He was considering whether he could squeeze another sum out of this fat pig before he died.
But in the few seconds he hesitated, the Young Man beside him had already taken over, speaking in a calm tone, "Don't think too much, Mr. Ans."
"Since we've accepted the job, we'll definitely fulfill the mission according to the employer's wishes, or we'll also be punished."
Hearing the Young Man's words, the Bearded Man, who had been somewhat tempted, also chuckled in agreement, "That's right, we're a professional team."
"Don't... spare me, I..." Ans was still struggling, unwilling to give up.
But this time, the Bearded Man cut him off decisively.
"Alright, there's no need to say anything more. Just prepare to hit the road."
After saying that, the Bearded Man walked to the bathtub. While controlling the struggling Ans, he lightly slit his throat with his index finger.
After finishing, the Bearded Man stood up and joined the Young Man, then took out his phone and filmed the process of Ans gradually losing his life.
Poor Ans lay in the bathtub, his hands weakly covering the wound on his neck, trying to make a final stand for his life while the two others watched.
But this struggle was destined to be futile; his hands couldn't cover the torn wound.
"Hgh, hgh…"
Blood continuously gushed from the wound, also flooding Ans's trachea and throat, forcing him to make those sounds.
This performance didn't last long. In less than thirty seconds, Ans's eyes gradually dimmed, losing their luster.
His body slowly slid into the bathtub, submerged in the crimson water.
The video recording on the Bearded Man's phone stopped at that moment.
After finishing the video, the Bearded Man and the Young Man sent a task report to Black Water's contact.
Their contact quickly sent them a reply.
The Bearded Man looked at the message on his phone, whistled appreciatively, and said to the Young Man, "Okay, the mission's done. Now I'll take you somewhere fun. Let's have a good time."
The Bearded Man's smile turned slightly lecherous as he spoke.
The Young Man scratched his head at the Bearded Man's words and then gave a shy smile.
"Is it really done?" Suddenly, another voice spoke from behind the Bearded Man.
The Bearded Man, hearing the question, instinctively began, "Of course, it's done, I'm not..."
He stopped mid-sentence because he suddenly realized the Young Man in front of him hadn't spoken. So, who had spoken?
Before the Bearded Man and the Young Man could react, they were both struck heavily on the necks.
In an instant, their consciousness plunged into darkness.
When they woke up again, they found themselves hanging upside down from a withered tree.
They strained to turn their heads, observing the surroundings.
After a moment, they confirmed that they were in a desolate desert.
Such wastelands were everywhere once you left Las Vegas.
It was now night. A bright crescent moon hung in the sky, dotted with twinkling stars.
A gust of cool wind swept across the desert, kicking up small stones and sand.
The two, hanging upside down from the tree, immediately had their eyes stung by the wind and sand.
They were bound, unable to wipe away their tears, so they could only watch as the tears streamed down their faces, reaching their eyebrows and hair.
"Oh! S****! What the hell is going on?"
The Bearded Man blinked his eyes and shouted.
The Young Man beside him shared the same confusion, but he didn't show it.
He rationally analyzed the situation and said to the Bearded Man, "I remember hearing a voice before we passed out, and it sounded like a man."
"If he didn't kill us immediately, he must want something from us."
"Or maybe he wants revenge, but I don't think I have any enemies. Do you, Senior?"
Hearing the Young Man's words, the Bearded Man calmed down. He was now frantically trying to remember if he had any enemies or had recently offended anyone.
His powerful will to survive spurred his mind to race, faster than it probably ever had in his life.
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