882: Chapter 871: Customer Service?
882: Chapter 871: Customer Service?
“So, we’re not heading to Alaska first—what exactly are we doing here in New York?”
New York is a city everyone has heard of.
In some ways, its fame even surpasses that of America’s capital, Washington.
Historically, some people have called New York the world’s economic center.
If you only look at the wealthy districts, the title seems fitting.
But even flourishing New York has its dark corners.
The filthy alleys and areas the cops can’t be bothered to patrol always leave one feeling a bit melancholic.
“If you showed up in Alaska, it wouldn’t take twenty hours before someone came knocking.
For now, we just need to lie low here.
Konstantin will appear in New York soon!”
Fei Peilie explained nonchalantly.
There’s no need to head to the Bering Strait or infiltrate Umbrella’s underwater base to assassinate Konstantin.
Sometimes, you just have to wait for the prey to come to you.
According to Teng Yun Geshang’s plan, he would lure Konstantin out.
Once Konstantin showed up in New York, it would make the operation much easier.
With Teng Yun Geshang pulling the strings, the group was soon settled at a hotel in New York.
“New York… How long has it been since I was here last?”
Ning Fan remembered the city well.
He had been here a few years ago.
It hadn’t been for leisure back then either—just like this time, his purpose had been assassination.
Even in this glittering metropolis, Ning Fan’s memories of it were far from rosy.
“Such a wistful, sentimental look.
If someone saw this, they’d think Asura was a romantic or something…”
Fei Peilie, still bearing a grudge over the Tulip incident, couldn’t help but jab at Ning Fan with sarcasm.
The mockery was barely disguised.
Ning Fan raised his eyebrows but chose not to argue with this guy.
For the time being, they were teammates.
Bickering over meaningless nonsense wasn’t worth the effort.
Still, plotting anything underhanded wasn’t Ning Fan’s style.
As long as Fei Peilie didn’t poke at his sore spots, Ning Fan couldn’t be bothered to care about whatever dripped out of his mouth.
“When exactly is Konstantin supposed to show up here?”
Ning Fan asked the question that had been bothering him the most—when would Konstantin actually arrive in New York?
And are they the only ones carrying out this mission?
Ning Fan doubted someone like Teng Yun Geshang would stake everything on just him—or, more precisely, on just their small group.
Teng Yun Geshang undoubtedly had a contingency plan.
Preparedness increases the odds of success.
Even Ning Fan, thinking about the mission, arrived at this conclusion.
A cunning old hand like Teng Yun Geshang would certainly never overlook such a critical detail.
And, in fact, Ning Fan’s speculation was spot-on.
Teng Yun Geshang’s preparations extended well beyond Ning Fan and his team.
There were many pieces in play—yet, for now…
Fei Peilie had no intention of filling Ning Fan in.
Was it fear of the plan being compromised?
That wasn’t clear.
But judging by Fei Peilie’s demeanor, it seemed he wasn’t willing to discuss much.
“Alright, you can take it easy for the next few days in New York.
If you want to go anywhere specific, I won’t stop you—your call.
But when the mission starts, I expect to see you immediately.”
Though Ning Fan had already reached the True Origin Realm, which kept Fei Peilie from being overly brazen, Teng Yun Geshang’s influence from the shadows prevented Fei Peilie from feeling entirely intimidated.
As a result, he still maintained a hint of defiance in Ning Fan’s presence.
After saying his piece, Fei Peilie turned on his heel and left Ning Fan’s room.
“So what’s next?”
Tulip asked Ning Fan.
As of now, Ning Fan was her superior, so decisions on what to do and how to prepare naturally depended on him.
Ning Fan rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
For the moment, he wasn’t sure what to do either.
But simply waiting around didn’t seem like a solution.
After a brief pause, he turned to Tulip and said, “Do whatever you like—go out, explore the city.
Familiarize yourself with New York, assuming you’re not already familiar.”
Tulip nodded without comment, though her eyes already hinted at a plan forming in her mind.
Since Ning Fan had given her free reign, there was no way she would truly just wander idly.
As Ning Fan had suggested, learning the lay of the land was indeed a wise course of action.
At the very least, mapping New York’s layout mentally could serve as a solid preparation for the mission.
With that thought, Tulip decided what she needed to do.
She didn’t linger in Ning Fan’s room.
Instead, she followed her instincts, leaving the hotel to begin familiarizing herself with New York.
“It seems this woman is rather sharp…”
Ning Fan nodded approvingly.
From Tulip’s expression earlier, he could guess at her train of thought.
For a superior, having subordinates like Tulip, who knew what to do without requiring constant direction, saved a significant amount of trouble.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, Ning Fan gazed at New York’s nighttime skyline.
He’d had few chances to visit this city, and each time was tied to a mission—as professional as his motives were, he’d never stayed for sightseeing.
When was the first time he came to New York?
He couldn’t quite recall.
Not the times after he’d lost part of his memory, but the first-ever visit—a mission to kill someone who had fled to this place.
The client had offered an exorbitant price, and since the target was easily accessible, Ning Fan had accepted.
Though most of his work as Asura involved active battlefields, lucrative side jobs like that had been some of the ways Ning Fan had padded his pockets.
“I wonder when my package will finally arrive…”
Ning Fan murmured.
Before coming here, he’d asked Ouyang Feifei to send something over from their home country.
He hadn’t brought it himself to avoid unnecessary complications.
Considering the timing, it should be arriving soon.
Ouyang Feifei had chosen an express courier service that was anything but ordinary.
In Ning Fan’s experience, their speed was second to none.
“Sir, do you need room service?”
What the hell—does a fancy hotel like this even offer *that kind* of “room service”?
When he heard the question from outside the door, Ning Fan’s mind immediately went to the gutter.
Standing in his room, he didn’t respond right away but weighed his options silently.
However, as he remembered he was in New York—not some sketchy motel in a small town—his lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.