The handling of Zhuang Xiaoyan and her three companions had already been reported by Ye Chen.
He was quite satisfied with Ye Chen's actions. These people didn't deserve death; a warning was enough to make them understand their current predicament.
Now, sitting in the car and looking at the information Ye Chen had just sent, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
Di Sha had sent people again.
This was also to be expected.
A significant part of Di Sha's notorious reputation stemmed from its difference from other assassin organizations.
This organization was more insane.
If a mission failed, they wouldn't give up. Instead, they would directly issue a kill order. Depending on the threat level, they might even deploy S-class assassins or higher to eliminate the target until it was achieved.
Furthermore, they wouldn't consider the human or material resources expended; all they wanted was the target's death.
Lin Xiao had naturally heard of this. However, he had severely beaten the Di Sha operative before. Would that person come again this time?
"What about those two women?"
Lin Xiao inquired.
"As you instructed, Brother Xiao, we are preparing to fake their deaths," Ye Chen replied respectfully.
"Mmm... How about this..."
Lin Xiao pondered for a moment and assigned Ye Chen a task.
"Cough, cough."
An old man, nearing eighty, walked hunched over the street, wearing a mask. He coughed twice every few steps. With a withered face and white hair, he leaned on a dragon-headed cane.
He shuffled along the street, his slightly jaundiced eyes fixed in one direction.
Many young people on the street instinctively moved aside when they saw the elder. Some Young Pioneers even offered to help him cross the road.
However, every child who approached to offer assistance involuntarily stopped, hesitating for a few seconds. In those few seconds, the elder had already reached the other side of the road.
His pace never changed, and the distance of each step was identical.
"That grandpa just now..."
The child who had just walked past looked at his hand. When he was halfway to offering help, he felt as if there was a wall around the old grandpa, preventing him from getting closer. As he got closer, his hand felt a slight pain, and even now, with the elder far away, his hand bore several faint red marks.
As the old man walked by, many people in the crowd didn't notice him until they were about to collide. They would feel a slight anomaly and quickly step aside to let him pass.
Then, within a few seconds, the old man vanished without a trace, leaving those who noticed him bewildered.
The old man's destination was also clear.
This direction clearly pointed towards the Luo family's residence.
Lin Xiao looked at the two female assassins in the interrogation room, resting his chin on his hand, seemingly contemplating something.
"Kill me."
Sakura was once again pricked with several silver needles. With these needles, she couldn't even commit suicide.
"No rush... I've come today to tell you something," Lin Xiao waved his hand. He had no intention of killing these two women yet. In fact, he had considered sending them to Japan later to do some work for him.
"Di Sha has sent new assassins," Lin Xiao said to the two women. "Naturally, someone will come to kill you."