Chapter 970: The Flaming Wolf

The three experts from the Wild Wolf Organization stayed in the Jade Gate Tower in Gusu City, drinking after leaving the Martial Temple. Their expressions were grim.
For this mission—to ambush Bai Xiaosheng’s only disciple, “Wind Chime”—Wild Wolf and the Prophet had planned for two whole months, mobilizing a large amount of manpower and resources, as well as their valuable undercover agents in the Central Plains!
They had even forced Wind Chime to use his forbidden technique, “Demonic Piano Control,” making this a nearly certain success. Yet it was ruined by some random passersby.
Failure!
Such things were not common in Wild Wolf’s record. But this time, it filled the three with resentment and anger. Even after failing so close to success, they all chose to stay instead of leaving the Central Plains immediately to escape Bai Xiaosheng’s pursuit.
After what seemed like a long time, the man with a split lip from a knife wound drank while letting out an annoyed snort:
“Whether to do it or not is up to you! Anyway, this mission failed, and we three wasted two whole months of time and effort… not to mention the money. The loss from the mission reward alone was 100 million. Now that it’s ruined, we have no money to enjoy ourselves. I can’t afford to lose face…”
“Wait!”
The man who had returned from “Happy Killing” raised his arrogant, cold-faced expression, his tone low and dark:
“What’s the problem? You blaming me because the mission failed?” As he spoke, a violent aura stared at the speaker!
The latter wasn’t easy to intimidate either. Ignoring him, he turned his face aside, tapping the table as he said, “All I know is that the first two stages of this mission—sneaking in and luring the target—we did very well… We successfully turned the target into a cripple. But the last stage, the simplest one… something went wrong. Not only did you fail to kill the cripple, but you also told us that some mysterious expert appeared, saved the target, and killed you.” The mockery in his words was obvious.
“Golden Rakshasa!”
Furious, the assassin who had returned from “Happy Killing” couldn’t help but slam the table!
“Stop with your sarcastic nonsense! Fine, I admit it! At first, I was a bit underestimating them. But that guy’s strength is undeniable. Even if it were you guys, you might not have done any better than me.”
“Is that so?”
The man with the split lip, known as “Golden Rakshasa,” sneered: “If I get the chance, I really want to meet him and see how he managed to defeat us from ‘Blood Prison Blades’.”
“You…”
“Enough! Both of you, shut up!”

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two with swords drawn, the person who had remained silent at the table finally stepped in to defuse the situation: “That guy we mentioned, Blood Hell, has been identified as the new number one top expert in the Central Plains indeed…”
“Is there really such a person?”
Hearing this, Jin Luosha frowned slightly and said, “Why haven’t I heard of him before?”
Although their role as the “Wild Wolves” was to receive mission information, carry out missions, complete tasks, and gather intelligence—work that had nothing to do with them—they had been in the Central Plains for some time and had learned a bit about it. They indeed had never heard of this person.
“He’s risen recently. His current status is the same as ours—he’s also known as the Heavenly Murderous Demon Star. Nowadays, almost everyone in the Central Plains knows his name.”
“Risen recently? Yan Lang, explain in detail.” Hearing that Kai Xin seemed quite famous in the Central Plains, Blood Hell Knife felt much more relaxed. However, he was curious about his recent rise and couldn’t help but want to know more for future revenge—the Wild Wolves never let grievances linger; they would take revenge whenever they got the chance.
“…”
Pulling back the curtain, Yan Lang recounted everything about Kai Xin’s background, information, and the events that had happened recently.
Some of this surprised Jin Luosha and Blood Hell Knife, while others made them look down on it…
They were quite astonished that Kai Xin could recover from a comatose state and return to the martial world with his former glory.
Although the Wild Wolves hadn’t appeared yet, that grand gathering of swordsmen worldwide at Mount Hua was also a milestone of that era, with countless strong fighters emerging from all over the world.
But they dismissed some of Kai Xin’s deeds after his return to the martial world, finding them not as impressive as those of ordinary people…
In their eyes, a master with extraordinary fighting talent and skills was still better than those who knew nothing, even if he lay idle for another year—rank alone didn’t mean much.
In the Central Plains, whether it was the members of the Blood Alliance or the First-Class Hall, they might be considered notable figures in the eyes of ordinary martial artists…
But for an organization as powerful as the Wild Wolves, which was worshipped by numerous gangs worldwide and didn’t need to worry about finances, they weren’t much stronger than a bunch of ants.
In the Central Plains, only a few top experts like the Emperor and Shadow could catch their attention, let alone those whose names they had never heard of.

So, upon hearing that the happy REP had managed to make it into the top ten paid REPs, Golden Raksha and Bloodblade both showed expressions of envy, jealousy, and disbelief.
“I might as well send over my killing REP too, to see if I can make some MONEY and get rich overnight…”
Before Golden Raksha could finish speaking, Bloodblade coldly retorted, “If you kill yourself, your chances of becoming popular might actually increase.”
The latter looked at Bloodblade seriously:
“Bloodblade… I will definitely avenge your revenge for you.”
“Get lost!!”
Bloodblade replied bluntly.
With Yanlang’s mediation, the tense atmosphere filled with murderous intent finally eased a bit.
But soon, Yanlang, who had been keeping an eye on the streets outside, frowned deeply: “We’ve been sitting here for half a day, and Bai Xiaosheng still hasn’t shown any reaction… Could it be that he can tolerate our ambush on his disciple?”
“Nonsense,” Golden Raksha snarled darkly. “Fengling isn’t dead. It’s actually the three of us who attacked that died. I guess Bai Xiaosheng is quite happy right now—definitely not the situation you’re thinking.”
“…True,” Bloodblade agreed, raising his eyes. “Not to mention Fengling isn’t dead, even if she were, it’s uncertain whether Bai Xiaosheng would send people to die. He surely knows what it means for the three of us to be together. With all these big gangs in Gusu City, we might even be able to wipe them out on a whim!”
“That’s why I really hate dealing with smart people. This mission made me work hard for two months to nothing. From now on, I’ll just charge based on intelligence…” Golden Raksha hummed humorously.
At the table, all three fell silent.
“Since Bai Xiaosheng is likely not to come, if we want to recover our losses, there’s only the method I mentioned earlier…”
A few minutes later, Yanlang spoke again. His gaze shifted between Bloodblade and Golden Raksha. “Speak up if you have any objections… If not, let’s act.”
“I agree!”
“No objections…”
The two spoke at the same time. Golden Raksha leaned back, looking indifferent, and said, “This mission wasted two months of my time. If I go back empty-handed, my women will definitely lose everything at the gambling tables…”
“…It’s not convenient for us to keep in touch with our informants. We can only pull off one heist to leave the Central Plains under the influence of Tian Sha Xing. There’s no time to lose—let’s go.”
All three agreed unanimously.
They stood up abruptly, like iron towers, and left Yumen Tower with cold, grim expressions.

Many players in the lobby on the first floor of Yumen Tower stared at those people wearing sets of four-piece magical weapons, their eyes almost falling out from greed. But when Jin Luosha, the one among the three with a murderous gaze, glanced at them, everyone caught in his stare shuddered involuntarily and quickly lowered their eyes.
“This is Gusu City. Can you not act so ferociously?”
Stepping out of Yumen Tower, Yan Lang reminded Jin Luosha with a helpless expression.
The latter looked surprised: “Ferocious? Are you sure you’re not joking? Didn’t you see I just smiled at the woman beside him?”
“Alright, please restrain your smiles in public and try to stay calm… Well, it’s fine like this now.”
“…”
Jin Luosha’s expression darkened so much it seemed water could seep out.
“What are you staring at, Blood Knife?”
Yan Lang noticed a slight change in Blood Hell Knife’s expression.
Being meticulous and observant was his strength, and it was precisely because of this that he could control Jin Luosha and Blood Hell Knife, acting as the leader of the trio.
Blood Hell Knife’s eyes were fixed on a small stall not far ahead—more precisely, on the stall owner. His gaze was extremely serious and alert, his whole body tense, a reaction only seen when facing a formidable enemy.
“That guy’s figure looks very similar to the one who killed me!”
As soon as Blood Hell Knife said this, Jin Luosha and Yan Lang’s expressions changed at the same time.
People like them could judge their enemies’ appearances and temperaments with great accuracy; they would never forget a single glance. Hearing this, the two also became tense! Their internal vital energy surged as they scanned the surroundings warily, ready to unleash their full strength at any moment…
If the person who killed Blood Hell Knife was in Gusu City, it was likely they had already entered an encirclement.
They looked around, but the three quickly calmed down.
This street resembled a market, with a mix of people and a very complex environment—not a suitable place for ambushes or encirclements.
Moreover, there were many martial artists walking around, but their equipment was generally outdated. They moved about independently without any eye contact, and few could be considered opponents. It was a noisy and bustling scene…
“…”
Blood Hell Knife stared at the plain-looking young stall owner standing behind the stall, frowning slightly: “Strange! The appearance is different, completely different. Also, Yan Lang said he practiced Shaolin martial arts, but this guy’s temperament is completely different from that person… Could it be I’m mistaken?”
“Not necessarily. Let’s go ask him; then we’ll know what’s going on.” Yan Lang, being cautious, sneered and walked toward the unattended stall.