A Healer’s Journey

“Even the world’s top assassin groups have an unwritten rule… They will steadfastly carry out their mission, even if their employer dies.”

The corner of Finnegan’s mouth twitched fiercely when he heard that.

Finally, he couldn’t help but swear, “D*mn it! What the hell is going on?”

He was thinking about finding and eliminating the employer so that the assassin organization would give up once they lost their client.

Unexpectedly, even if the employer passed away, the assassin organization would not cancel the mission.

Reynard gave a bitter smile. “That’s why I said you’re going to be in a lot of trouble. But don’t be too pessimistic. Once you find an employer, you can ask them to cancel the order.”

If I find the employer, I’ll surely kill them. And why would the employer cancel the order, knowing they are undoubtedly doomed to die? Finnegan said coldly, “Do you think the employer will cancel the order?”

Reynard naturally understood this principle. “But this is the only way now. Do you think you can eliminate Blood Moon?”

If Blood Moon were to be taken out, even if the employer didn’t withdraw the bounty, no one else would dare to carry out the task anymore.

Reynard’s unintentional remark sparked a light in Finnegan’s eyes. “Rey, I need you to do three things for me. Firstly, make every effort to identify who the employer is. Secondly, track down Cameron’s whereabouts as soon as possible. I want to eliminate this threat first. Thirdly, set up an UnderNet account for me. I have some things I want to handle,” Finnegan said.

Reynard asked, “What are you up to?”

Finnegan replied with a cold laugh, “You’ll find out soon enough. Just get me an account for UnderNet right away.”

After finishing his words, Finnegan hung up the phone and returned to his room.

Bernice was busy putting her clothes into the wardrobe.

cheeks flushed as she asked, “Why is your

few sets of clothes, the two

up her clothes. “I don’t have any particular demands for what I wear. As long as

are all for you… D*mn! Darling, do you have this type of clothing as well? How come I’ve

was a thin

worn it in front of him, Finnegan could already imagine the

closed her suitcase. “Go away! I can unpack by myself.”

chuckled. “Darling, am I fortunate enough to see you wear it tonight?”

No more talking. Get

case of actions speaking louder than words, Bernice, blushing profusely, pushed Finnegan out of

her face with her hands, wishing she could find

had already packed for her. Without checking, Bernice

she knew

could only laugh helplessly. “It seems there’s still a long way

he received a

a string of code, and

eyes, Finnegan walked into the study next door, turned on the

entirely black screen with an input box in the center.

and the page was subsequently redirected to a

Finnegan navigated to the task issuance window from the

could see all sorts of

were those who were looking for someone, those seeking collaboration, and some with special

of that and pulled up a bounty for

clicked into in, the content he saw was simple.