Cultivation Online novel Chapter 969

Chapter 969 - Locating the Assassins

After leaving the room with White Lotus, Yuan followed her to another room where the experts were inspecting Zheng Weimin's equipment.

"So this is the phone number that might help us contact the assassins, and this location appears to be a meeting point."

"Can you track the phone number?" White Lotus asked.

"We can try, but we'll have to call them first." The expert said.

"I'll call them." Yuan suddenly said.

"What about your backup story?" White Lotus asked.

"I already have one in mind."

"All right. Then let us set up the tracker first." The expert said.

Half an hour later, the expert handed Yuan a specialized cell phone.

"We'll begin the tracking as soon as they pick up the phone. Try to stall them for as long as you can."

Yuan nodded and called the phone number.

After a couple of rings, someone picked up the number and spoke in a cold voice, "Password?"

White Lotus and the experts were listening to the phone call as well, so they immediately frowned upon hearing about a password for the first time.

However, Yuan calmly responded, "Fuck your password. I need a bastard killed. 100 million."

White Lotus turned to look at Yuan with wide eyes.

'He's going to order a hit?!' she cried inwardly.

The person on the other side of the call remained silent for several moments before responding, "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number."

"Hang up on me and I will call another number, and I will add you bastards to my kill list."

"..."

"Who told you about this phone number?"

"Are you fuckers investigators or mercenaries? If you keep wasting my precious time, I will let the person who recommended me know of your trash service."

After another moment of silence, the person spoke, "Give me a name."

Yuan took a deep but silent breath before speaking, "Yu Yong, he's the head of a major entertainment company that focuses on music."

White Lotus' jaw dropped after hearing this familiar name. After researching Yu Tian's background, she learned of his adoptive parents, Yu Yong and Tang Lee.

'He's putting a hit on his adoptive father?!'

A few moments of silence later, the man behind the phone spoke, "He's a big name. It'll cost you more than 100 million if you want his head."

"Give me a number." Yuan calmly said.

"Five hundred."

"That's a hefty amount. What if you fail?"

"There's no such thing as a perfect hit. However, once we put a target on someone, we will make sure it is a success no matter how many times we fail."

"Very well. I'll pay that amount."

"I will now give you an account number. You have 24 hours to make the payment."

After giving Yuan the account number, the man continued, "Once we see the payment, we will give you a call back. We'll make the real arrangements then."

After a few minutes of searching, he noticed some footprints, which he followed to a hidden entrance that appeared to lead underground.

After taking a moment to look for traps, Yuan landed in front of the entrance, and without any hesitation, he yanked the metal door open with his bare hands.

Alarms began blaring inside the bunker, but Yuan ignored it and headed straight for the room with the most people.

However, he was quickly stopped by people wielding heavy firearms.

"Y-You! What are you doing here?!" The people that stopped him appeared to recognize his face.

"Hey, I'm here to repay the favor. If you lead me to the bastards who shot at me and my friends today, I will let you live." Yuan said to them in a calm voice.

"In your fucking dreams! Now die!"

They opened fire the following moment.

However, as usual, Yuan stopped the bullets with his spiritual energy before they could even reach him.

"Is it that fun to shoot at people? It's all you guys ever do. Let me give it a try." Yuan casually flicked his arm, sending the bullets that he'd caught straight back to the shooters but at an even faster speed.

"Ah!"

The six people there collapsed the following moment with holes all over their corpses.

"How boring." Yuan shook his head and continued making his way deeper inside the bunker.

He would encounter more people with guns, and he would always give them a chance to tell him what he wanted to know in exchange for their lives.

Unfortunately, they would all respond with bullets instead of words.

In the end, Yuan had to kill every person he came across until he reached the lowest part of the bunker, where a massive metal door blocked his path.