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.

him return, Bernice’s cheeks flushed as she asked,

sets of clothes, the two

walked over to help Bernice hang up her clothes. “I don’t have any particular demands for what I wear. As long as I have a

are all for you… D*mn! Darling, do

was a thin lace

Bernice had not yet worn it in front of him, Finnegan could already imagine the immense thrill

and she quickly closed her suitcase. “Go away! I can unpack by

chuckled. “Darling, am I fortunate enough

Get out of

actions speaking louder than words,

it could bleed. She covered her face with her hands, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. “Really, Mom, why did you have to bring all these

had already packed for her. Without checking,

if she

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

received a message from Reynard.

a string of code, and an account.

the computer on

entirely black screen with an input box in

the page was subsequently redirected to a website with a

task issuance window from the main

could see all sorts of reward

seeking collaboration, and some with special

of that and pulled up a bounty for a murderer he had found.

into in, the