TL: FoodieMonster007
In the stillness before dawn, the Ghost Blood Unit assembled in the grimy underground gambling den run by the Smiling Grim Reaper. Thirty figures, masked and clad in all-black martial arts uniforms, stood in eerie silence, waiting for their captain to speak.
After a while, the Smiling Grim Reaper appeared, flexing the gloves on his hands, which were adorned with nacing spikes. As the room echoed with the sound of those spikes clicking together, a sly grin spread across his face.
“As you’ve likely heard, the situation with Golden Dragon Trading Company has escalated. Therefore, I believe it’s ti we adopt a more… proactive approach.”
His smile widened, and a dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes. The thought of tearing through people’s lives, of the blood soaking into his gloves, awakened sothing primal in him.
“Tonight, we kill Geo Yisan, the younger brother of the Golden Dragon Chairman. Of course, a frontal attack is out of the question.”
The Golden Dragon Trading Company was one of the ten largest corporations in the jianghu. Its imposing headquarters, the Golden Dragon Hall, was ho to scores of in-house trained martial arts experts, as well as many powerful rcenaries. With such imnse combat power, a head-on assault would be suicidal even for the Ghost Blood Unit.
“Instead, we’ll disguise ourselves as a band of thieves, intent on looting, and split into groups. So will set fire to the granaries, others will raid the warehouses, all with the goal of drawing attention away from Geo Yisan.”
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It was a classic diversionary tactic. Even then, infiltrating Geo Yisan’s quarters would be no small feat, but with the help of the spies they had planted in the Golden Dragon Hall over the past two years, there was a good chance they could decapitate Geo Yisan amid the chaos.
The Smiling Grim Reaper’s eyes glinted coldly. He had already sent word to his superiors via carrier pigeon, requesting for reinforcents.
First, we create chaos at Golden Dragon Trading Company, buying us ti. After that, whether headquarters sends in the Blood Dragon or alters the plan, the next steps are in their hands.
The Smiling Grim Reaper licked the spikes on his gloves, the faint taste of blood as it cut his tongue stoking his bloodlust.
“…Be careful not to get too carried away with the taste of blood. It’s been a while,” he told his subordinates wistfully, a reminder not only to them, but also to himself.
The Ghost Blood Unit were demons hungry for slaughter, and often wandered far and wide to satisfy their thirst for carnage. Nevertheless, it had been a long ti since they had a mission of this magnitude.
“Yes, sir!” they replied, grinning with the sa wicked anticipation as their leader.
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The Smiling Grim Reaper looked at them with satisfaction. They were doing their best to hold back in his presence, but their eyes burned with bloodlust.
He checked the ti and put on his mask, his eyes now glinting with killing intent behind it.
“Let’s go,” he commanded.
The Ghost Blood Unit slipped out of the gambling den, vanishing into the pre-dawn darkness.
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