Chapter 138

The visitor looked around, looking around the messy chess and card room, and his brows instantly knitted together.

The floor here was full of dust, and the debris in the corner was piled up as if it might collapse at any time. He couldn't even find a place to stay.

A look of disgust hung on his face, as if he had stepped into a smelly ditch.

He raised his head and looked at the scarred man coldly, his tone impatient.

"So, do you want to do it?"

The scarred man was silent for a long time, and the movements of his hands were still slow and slow.

He spoke in a low voice, his voice hoarse and cold.

“Why don’t people in the organization go on their own?”

When the man in the suit heard this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips, as if he had been prepared for this question.

"Because our chess pieces have already penetrated into every corner of the magical world,"

As he spoke, he patted the cloak on his body slowly, as if he did not want to be contaminated by the dust around him.

"Their position is too important to be exposed easily. As for some 'inhuman' means - this kind of occasion is not suitable."

He paused, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"As for you, you have been away from the UK for almost ten years. At that time, the organization was reorganized, but you were outside and did not participate. This means that your identity is still very clean in the UK - completely 'white', without any doubt."

The man in the suit's tone became more casual, even a bit condescending.

"Of course, I know you just came back from a chaotic place. Don't worry, your status in the UK is completely fine - after all, you are not a real Slavic."

At the end of his words, he raised a meaningful sneer at the corner of his mouth and stared directly at the scarred man's back.

However, the scarred man didn't even raise his eyelids, he still lowered his head and concentrated on wiping the gun in his hand.

His silence and ignorance caused the smile on the man in the suit's face to gradually stiffen, replaced by a touch of suppressed anger.

It seems that these are the only things that can't move this man.

Need to add some code.

There was some hesitation on the man's face.

To be honest, I have never interacted with this person at all.

I heard before that he was quite religious.

I wonder if I can take advantage of it?

After struggling for a while, the man in the suit finally spoke, his voice was very low, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"This mission is His intention."

For a moment, the movement of the scarred man's hand stopped.

He raised his head, his eyes piercing the man in the suit like knives, and there was a chilling sense of oppression in his eyes.

The man in the suit couldn't help but take a half step back, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As if being forced to hide by this gaze, the man in the suit added dryly.

"Of course, I didn't receive an order from Him directly...but, this matter is in His interest."

This sentence seemed to be some kind of switch. The scarred man did not speak anymore, but slowly stood up.

Walking towards the corner of the room, it was the only place that was slightly clean. A low wooden cabinet stood quietly in the dust.

The scarred man moved slowly and accurately. He gently opened the drawer and took out a simple hourglass from inside.

The glass of this hourglass glowed with a faint dark red color, and the fine sand inside was as bright as blood.

The two ends of the hourglass are inlaid with obsidian-like material, and a wolf-like beast is carved on it. Its eyes seem to be alive and emit a strange cold light.

The scarred man held the hourglass in his hands and slowly raised it above his head, as if he was performing a sacred and solemn ceremony.

He closed his eyes and murmured some incomprehensible language in a low voice, as if he was communicating with some unreachable existence.

The whole process lasted for several minutes. The air seemed to become heavier and the lights seemed to dim a bit.

The man in the suit stood there, not daring to move. Cold sweat rolled on his forehead and he swallowed unconsciously.

After the ceremony, the scarred man slowly put down the hourglass and gently placed it back in the drawer.

He turned around and looked at the man in the suit again.

However, at this time, his whole temperament was completely different.

The corners of his mouth were twitching, and there was a creepy madness in his eyes.

His posture became stiff, but he exuded an aura of irrepressible violence.

That faint feeling of madness, as if there was some uncontrollable power hidden in his body that could explode at any time.

The man in the suit pretended to be calm, but his hands were trembling slightly at his side, and his feet seemed to be frozen, and he did not dare to take a step back.

He could only stand there, staring at the scarred man, his throat rolled, and it was extremely difficult to say a word.

"actually……"

His voice trembled slightly as he tried to defend himself.

"I don't think it's necessary to use 'Only', because the goal this time -"

Before he finished speaking, the scarred man had already stepped forward and without any warning reached out and took out one of the gold galleons.

He held the gold galleon between his fingers and exerted slight pressure on his wrist. The metal reflected a dark luster.

"I've accepted this mission."

His tone was calm, but every word pierced people's hearts like ice knives.

The man in the suit showed a relieved expression just now, but in an instant his face became stiff again.

The scarred man turned the hourglass upside down on the card table again, and the fine red sand slowly leaked out silently.

As the hourglass turns upside down, the air in the room seems to change subtly.

The shadows in the corners seemed to come alive, slowly spreading toward the center, and the lights became flickering.

Every grain of sand that falls is like an invisible countdown clock, making people shudder.

The man in the suit's pupils shrank suddenly.

He swallowed, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat.

The scarred man picked up the wiped AK-47 and skillfully pulled the bolt, making a crisp "click" sound.

He raised the gun with one hand, and the dark muzzle pointed coldly at the chest of the man in the suit.

In his other hand, he held the gold Galleon and flicked it with his fingertips. The Gold Galleon drew an arc in the air, made a crisp sound, and then fell steadily back into his palm.

He held Jin Gallon in his hand and looked directly at the man in the suit with his eyes like daggers.

"Guess."

His voice was low and cold, without any emotion, but with an irresistible coercion.

The man in the suit was locked with a gun, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

His fingers involuntarily reached for the wand on his waist, but he was pinned on the spot by the scarred man's cold and stern gaze.

"You know exactly what's going on."

The scarred man's tone was cold, as if he was pronouncing a death sentence.

"Don't waste time, just guess."

The man in the suit froze on the spot, struggling to take back his hand.

His throat made a dry sound, and his eyes were fixed on the scarred man's face, trying to find any sign of relaxation in the other person's expression.

"Why?!"

The man in the suit finally couldn't help but speak, his voice almost screaming.

"I'm just here to pass on a mission! Why are you doing this to me?"

The scarred man stared at him coldly, turning the golden galleons between his fingers in his left hand, as if he was not affected by any emotional fluctuations.

His voice was still cold and determined.

"Because you have blasphemed His intentions and attempted to twist His will."

"No!"

The man in the suit yelled at the top of his lungs.

"I didn't do that at all!"

The scarred man was unmoved by his protests.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, going straight to the other person's heart.

He repeated it in an almost commanding tone.

"Take a guess."

(First update!)