Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me Chapter 517: Reality

Private island.

This private island was the venue for the dical competition hosted by the World dical Association.

Morse lay on the large bed in a luxurious hotel room, his body flanked by two golden-haired won, their naked forms sprawled beside him.

The bed was a ss, clearly showing that sothing had recently transpired between the occupants.

Due to a bout of physical exertion, Morse's expression was sowhat weak, but his face couldn't hide a smirk of satisfaction.

Wang Ye was about to arrive.

He had received news that Wang Ye would be participating in the World dical Competition.

And as soon as Wang Ye arrived, he believed his brother Morsan would definitely take care of Wang Ye.

By that ti, the despised Wang Ye would be completely erased from this world.

He would no longer be able to appear before him.

At the thought, Morse even felt as if the strength drained from him had suddenly surged back in an instant.

He turned his gaze back to the two golden-haired beauties beside him and said to them, "Co on, let's continue."

"Morse, you're terrible, you know it just ended," one of the won protested.

"You're really exhausting us, Morse. Can't you be a little less forceful?" the other added.

Both won spoke, and though none could tell if their words were genuine or false, Morse felt satisfied hearing them.

Thump thump thump.

However, just as Morse was about to rise to the challenge once more, an urgent knocking at the door interrupted the excitent that had been building on his face.

With a look of irritation, Morse shouted toward the person knocking outside:

"Damn it, fuck off! I'm dealing with important business here!"

Yet the knocking outside didn't cease at all, persisting instead.

Morse's rising mood vanished in an instant.

"Damn it, let's see what the hell is so important outside that they dare interrupt . If it's nothing serious, I swear I'll chop off that bastard's manhood and make dicine out of it!"

Swearing, Morse, wrapped in a bath towel, flung open the door. His female assistant appeared before him, her face painted with intense panic, panting as she spoke to Morse:

"Morse, there's a ssage from the Dark Wing Angel Organization..."

"From the Dark Wing Angel Organization?"

Upon hearing these words, Morse's expression relaxed a bit. If there was a ssage from the Dark Wing Angel Organization, it might indeed be serious business.

And to Morse, a contact from the Dark Wing Angel Organization signified that it was ti for Wang Ye to be taken care of.

Morse looked expectantly at his assistant, his eyes conveying a clear "Speak up now."

Faced with Morse's intense gaze, the assistant truly did not wish to deliver the cruel news, but in the end, she sighed and said to Morse:

"Your brother, Morsan, has been taken care of by Wang Ye. He's dead."

"I knew it, my brother would definitely help deal with Wang Ye. But I didn't expect him to be so quick in killing Wang Ye, it's a bit too much for to take in..." Morse began, but as he spoke, he sensed sothing amiss.

What the assistant said didn't seem to fit his narrative.

The smile on his face gradually faded, his expression turned rigid, his pupils unconsciously dilated, and with a voice filled with disbelief, he asked his assistant:

"What did you just... say?"

"My brother, Morsan, was... was killed by Wang Ye?"

He couldn't believe it.

He felt certain he must have heard wrong!

You see, his brother was an S-grade Assassin, while Wang Ye was rely a newly promoted Third Grade Martial Warrior. How could Wang Ye possibly have killed him?

"Yes." Although she knew Morse would find it hard to accept this news, the female assistant still responded with an affirmative and patted Morse's shoulder.

"No... It can't be, it's impossible!"

Morse felt as if the strength that filled his body just a mont ago had suddenly given way to an unprecedented sense of weakness.

He shook the female assistant's shoulders, unwilling to accept the reality, and asked her, "Are you sure you got it right? You must have made a mistake, right?"

"My brother, he's been an SS-grade Assassin for a long ti, whereas that Wang Ye is just a guy who's recently beco a Third Grade Martial Warrior."

"What gives Wang Ye the right to kill my brother? How could he, Wang Ye, have possibly done it?"

Morse simply hoped the assistant would tell him that she had made a mistake, that it wasn't true.

Even now, at this mont, deep in Morse's heart, there remained a profound hope against hope.

"Look for yourself."

With a sigh, the assistant handed the tablet to Morse and said, "You see for yourself."

The interface was that of the Assassin forum.

As Morse browsed the Assassin forum, everywhere he looked were opinions on how Wang Ye had taken care of Morsan.

Just one glance was enough for Morse to know that his brother had indeed been killed by Wang Ye.

Each comnt on the forum served as evidence.

Morse felt as if all the remaining strength in his body was being drained away in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes devoid of any spirit as he muttered to himself repeatedly:

"It can't be... it can't be... it can't be..."

He had initially thought that Morsan would be able to take care of Wang Ye.

But instead, he hadn't even received the news that Morsan was preparing to deal with Wang Ye.

By the ti he got the news, Morsan had already been taken care of by Wang Ye.

And this ant that Morse's status would now be greatly diminished.

Ma Country was a very pragmatic nation.

Moreover, because Morsan had sought out Morse first to deal with Wang Ye, this would cause so people to bla Morse for the mishap.

As a result, Morse's life going forward would beco even more difficult.

...

The next day.

An airplane with five stars landed on this private island.

The cabin door opened, and Zhong Feng stepped off the plane, surrounded by several tall n who were in charge of his personal protection.

After all, as the dical pillar of Dragon Country, naturally, they wouldn't allow any harm to co to Zhong Feng while he was abroad.

Whenever Zhong Feng went to an unfamiliar place, he was inevitably protected.