Supreme Grandpa Chapter 85
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Fortunately, it was nighttime and there weren't many people outside, so no third party witnessed the incident earlier.
After a while, Yang Song and the two bodyguards carrying the two assassins arrived Yang Song's home.
Yang Song instructed the bodyguards to put the two assassins on the chairs and tie them with a sturdy chain in a basement room different from the usual secret room. After that, the two assassins' strength were sealed by the two bodyguards, by messing with their acupoints.
Over ten minutes later, inside the basement.
Splash…
Two buckets of water were poured on the two unconscious assassins.
At the moment, their devil masks were already taken away, revealing their real faces.
The two guys were surprisingly in their twenties and they were twin. The one on the right had left ear missing, and the one on the left had the right ear missing. The two complemented each other greatly.
They didn't wake up immediately after having two buckets of water splashed, but a few minutes later, their eyes opened groggily and they revealed a puzzled expression.
Yang Song was standing in front of them and watching them calmly.
A few seconds later, the two twin killers were wide awake. They looked at Yang Song in shock, "Y-you…"
"Who sent you?" Yang Song did not want to talk nonsense. He asked them directly.
The two guys revealed a nasty expression instantly, "There's no way that we would tell you!"
Yang Song chuckled silently, "This old man likes tough young people like you." Then, Yang Song signaled the two bodyguards with his eyes.
The two bodyguards nodded and picked up two bottles of light yellow liquid. As soon as the lids of the bottles were taken away, the two killers were stunned.
"G-gasoline? W-what do you want to do to us?"
Yang Song didn't answer, he just let the two bodyguards pour the gasoline into the two guys' mouths.
The two killers struggled frantically, trying hard not to gulp the gasoline. But at this moment, they were no different from ordinary people, how could they win the two bodyguards?
Half a bottle of gasoline was poured into their stomach.
The bodyguards stopped their actions and looked at Yang Song, waiting for his order.
Yang Song put his hand into his pocket and took out a box of matches.
Seeing this, the two killers immediately understood Yang Song's intention. He wanted to kill them in the cruelest way!
Fear instantly bloomed in their hearts, the two of them didn't want to die in such a cruel way. They immediately pleaded, "S-sir, please spare us! We will tell you! We will tell you everything you want to know!!!"
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Yang Song smiled and proceeded to take out a cigarette, then he lighted the match. He let the match burn for a while before he brought it up to the top of the cigarette, and sucked the smoke in as if he was sucking a milkshake through a straw.
"What a nostalgic feeling," Yang Song then threw the cigarette to the ground and pinched it off with his shoe.
"Tell this old man, who sent you?" Yang Song asked casually.
The two scared guys didn't care about the bitter and burning taste in their mouth, they didn't dare to delay as they answered hurriedly, "Papa Devil Organization sent us! They sent us to… kill you!"
"Tell me about the one who hired you," Yang Song narrowed his eyes.
"We also don't know about the employer, the Devil Master ordered us directly."
"Devil Master? Is it the leader of your organization?" Yang Song heard this name for the first time, but he could guess it by the name.
"That's right," the twin nodded their head quickly.
Yang Song stayed silent for a while before he continued, "What else do you know?"
"That's all we know about."
"That's all you know about?"
"Yes!"
"I see."
Then Yang Song lighted up the match again.
The two killers sweated profusely as they said in a hurry, "W-wait, wait! That's not all, we know about something which is useful to you!"
The fire on the matchstick went off with a "poof" magically.
No way, gasoline was just too sensitive to fire. Even though the two guys were a distance away from Yang Song, they were still very frightened.
"We actually accidentally heard the Devil Master said the name "Li Wanjing" when we entered our boss' room."
"Li Wanjing? Founder of Azure Silk Pharmaceutical?" Yang Song knew this person. He was the president of a giant pharmaceutical company. In Yang Song's impression, he had never had any interaction with this person at all, so how could he offend him?
But since the other party was a big boss in pills and medicines industry, the same as Yang Song, Yang Song could more or less guess that the other party wanted to eliminate him, a rising star.
The popularity of Great Energy Pill was just too great. Now, it had already spread in the entire Tong City. All the martial artists knew Great Energy Pills. In a circle of friends, if anyone didn't know the Great Energy Pill, then he would be kicked out and be called "country bumpkin".
As long as you have a Great Energy Pill, you would be the center of attention everywhere.
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To pick up a chick, you also need to use the temptation of the Great Energy Pill to succeed.
In just a few days, the might of the Great Energy Pill skyrocketed greatly. Yang Song became the rising star in Tong City. At this moment, agents from Martial City came to Tong City every now and then to pick up the Great Energy Pills to sell.
In just a few days, Yang Song gathered hundreds of millions of profits.
So who wouldn't envy him? Who wouldn't want to eliminate him?
Even those giant companies couldn't sit still. That Azure Silk company was an example. They wanted to cut Great Energy Pharmaceutical's head while it was in the cradle.
Yang Song had expected that enemies would emerge and would use some means to play against him. But he didn't expect that this Azure Silk Pharmaceutical to use such a direct pattern.
"This information is indeed very useful to this old man, so for your reward…" Yang Song smiled and looked at the two bodyguards.
The two killers heaved a sigh of relief and thought that Yang Song decided to release. However, before they could say anything, they suddenly felt a tremendous pain in their neck before their consciousness melted away.
Their eyes were still open while their heads were forcefully turned 360 degrees by the two bodyguards.
"Dispose of these two and inform Haodong of what happened today," Yang Song said before he walked out of the room.
Yang Song trusted the two bodyguards because he had already observed them with the Eyes of Insight. They were none other than Yang Haodong's loyal subordinates.
To make it more convenient in protecting Yang Song, Yang Haodong allowed all the older members of the Yang Family to contact them. This was why Gong Xueqing could contact them.
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Martial City, in a luxurious mansion.
At this moment, two old men were playing chess with each other.
"Actually, brother Li, I'm not so optimistic about this method. I believe that that old man won't go outside without protection," an old man with gray hair and a retro outfit dropped a black chess piece and said.
"Brother Wu doesn't have to worry about it. Even if it doesn't succeed this time, there are still other times. If worse comes to worst, then I will hire the Devil Master directly. You have rescued my life two times, but this is the first time that you came to ask for my help," the other old man said while picking a white chess piece, then he thought for a while before putting it down on the chessboard lightly.
Yes, the old man with the surname was Wu was actually Wu Dahai, the old patriarch of the Wu Family, or the dead Wu Yonggui's father.
And the other party was Li Wanjing, the founder of Azure Silk Pharmaceutical.
It turned out that Wu Dahai came to ask Li Wanjing for help. And it just so happened that Li Wanjing wanted to slay Great Energy Pharmaceutical off. Therefore, Li Wanjing agreed to help Wu Dahai without any hesitation.
Wu Dahai tried to find the person who killed his descendants for a long time, but he couldn't find any trace. Finally, he had chosen to vent his anger and grievance on Yang Song.
He initially wanted to hire those assassins by himself. But the cost was too high. He currently didn't have that much money to play. Therefore, he had decided to come to Li Wanjing, a person whose life had been rescued by him two times inexplicably.
The first time was when he battled in the abyss a few decades ago, and the second time was when Li Wanjing was chased by his enemies eleven years ago.
Over the years, Wu Dahai didn't want to use Li Wanjing's help. He wanted to preserve such a precious debt that Li Wanjing owed him as much as possible. Now, it was time to use this debt to his advantage.
Bang, bang…
At this moment, there was a knock outside the room. The two old men stopped their actions and Li Wanjing shouted softly, "Come in."
A man in a black suit and a red left eyepatch opened the door and walked in silently. Without any nonsense, he said, "The mission failed."
This answer was within Wu Dahai and Li Wanjing's expectations, so they weren't surprised the slightest. This just gave them further understanding about Yang Song.
"It seems there are 7th Tier or possibly 8th Tier Warrior martial artists protecting. But I think it's nothing more than that. However, it's estimated that his son, Yang Haodong, a 5th Tier Master, will become vigilant and try to protect his father as much as possible," Li Wanjing picked up a teacup and took a sip of tea gently.
"Then what should we do?" Wu Dahai sighed and asked.
"No worries. It is rumored that the Devil Master is a 6th Tier Master himself, and he also has a few other Masters under him. What I, Li Wanjing, don't lack the most is money. Brother Wu doesn't have to worry that much. As long as I can kill them and snatch the Great Energy Pill recipe, every action is worth it," Li Wanjing chuckled and said with a gleam.
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