Chapter 68 - 67 Frank’s Fear 1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Translator: 549690339
Gonzalez City, Moscow Style Hotel.
This is a five-star grand hotel, which is favored by many influential individuals for its proximity to the dock and its high vantage point offering a beautiful view of the seaside. So, many notable people would choose to stay here upon arriving in Gonzalez City.
At this moment, in room 703 of the hotel, a middle-aged man was lying leisurely on a sofa, listening to Peking opera.
A computer sat in front of him, its screen flickering nonstop.
âHello!â
The image on the screen suddenly flashed, and afterwards, a foreign man appeared.
âFrank, why did you only answer the video call now?â
The middle-aged man hummed along to the opera while chatting with Frank on the screen.
This was a special video communication website, convenient for Shadow Warriors to exchange information.
On this site, if you knew the other partyâs code, you could invite them for a video chat.
Many Shadow Warriors also received bounties through this massive platform.
âIron Hoof, thereâs something I must make clear to you.â
Frankâs voice turned cold as he spoke solemnly, âTwo members of my squad have unfortunately died while on a mission. And the reason for their deaths is due to your erroneous intelligence!â
âOh? What do you mean by that?â
Upon hearing the otherâs words, Iron Hoof slowly sat up from the sofa, raising an eyebrow. âThe members of Crimson Gorge canât even handle this trivial matter? The clientâs request was very simple, just to capture a woman! If you find this task difficult, excuse my frankness, but youâre really disgracing Deep Cold!â
âIron Hoof!â
Frankâs face turned instantly cold. Deep Cold was their honor, something every member had to defend.
Although their squad ranked quite low within Deep Cold, they were still part of it.
In the world of Shadow Warriors, Deep Cold represented the highest honor! And now, this man had the audacity to accuse them of disgracing Deep Cold!
âI warn you! Stop insulting us! Donât think I wouldnât dare to take action against you!â
What Shadow Warriors cared about most was their dignity and honor.
âGood! Good! Good!â
Seeing Frank lose his temper, Iron Hoot stopped his teasing.
âI didnât expect someone to actually give Crimson Gorge a hard time. What is their background?â
Even though Crimson Gorge wasnât highly ranked within Deep Cold, they were still renowned Shadow Warriors. Furthermore, Frankâs squad was very strong, and the fact that they lost two members meant their opponents were certainly no ordinary people.
But what kind of connections could a woman with no background have?
âWe donât know! But the opponents were two Eastern women, and they were masters of using hidden weapons!â
Frank was incredibly angry remembering the incident. He and his team members had escaped from the brink of death countless times, only to be permanently separated from life and death now.
âIron Hoof, Iâm aware of your capabilities in gathering information, so I would like you to help us investigate!â
His tone softened somewhat, âIf you can find information on our opponents for me, I might overlook the mistake in your intelligence.â
Iron Hoof had a notable reputation. Although he wasnât a Martial Artist but more of a middleman.
In terms of intelligence, he was highly accurate, almost always providing his clients with precise information for each assignment.
He even Imew details such as what time the target ate and which route they would take. Shadow Warriors just needed to follow his plan to complete their tasks with ease.
Of course, his fees were also high, taking a fifteen percent cut.
âIf itâs really as you said, then there was indeed an error in my intelligence.â
The nonchalance on Iron Hoofâs face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He shut off the opera and rapidly typed on his keyboard, logging into another website.
The next moment, his pupils shrank, and his face turned extremely pale. âThe ones you encountered were from Willson Pavilion.â Even known for his composure, Iron Hoofâs voice began to tremble.
âWhat? You found out that quickly?â
Frank was also somewhat surprised. Although he knew Iron Hoof was highly capable in gathering intelligence, to find out in just a few seconds was somewhat unexpected.
âWhew!â
Iron Hoof let out a long breath, his voice a bit hoarse, âNow, the entire dark web is talking about your guys.â
âHow could this be!â
Upon hearing his words, Frank hurriedly entered the website, and then his eyes bulged like glass marbles.
What appeared before him was the blood-red, large lettering of the Willson Pavilion.
Almost half of the page was occupied by this line of text.
âFrom today on, the Willson Pavilion will fully pursue the Bloody Canyon. If Deep Cold intervenes, all my colleagues shall directly declare war on Deep Cold until one side is completely eradicated!â
And beneath that line of text, there was also the red Killing Order from the Willson Pavilion.
âDing-a-ling!â
At that moment, Frankâs phone rang.
âEric, whatâs up?
He immediately pressed the speakerphone button.
âCaptain! Did you see it? The Willson Pavilion has officially issued a Killing Order against us! God, now did we provoke this monster!â
Ericâs tone was filled with collapse. He was all too aware of what kind of behemoth the Willson Pavilion was.
There were not many that could contend with Deep Cold, and the Willson Pavilion was one of them.
This mysterious organization from the East, ancient and powerful. They were actually targeted by the Willson Pavilionâs Killing Order!
âI saw itâ¦â
Frank lit a cigarette with trembling hands, his lips already pale.
âWhoosh!â
Blinking his eyes, somewhat at a loss, he asked, âIron Hoof, can you help me figure out what exactly is going on?â
Frank couldnât understand; since coming here, he had only conducted two operations. The morningâs had failed, and in the evening, he had only caught a woman.
How did he provoke this colossal organization? âDing-a-ling!â
Just then, the phone in his hand rang again.
When he saw the name displayed on the screen, Frankâs body jolted.
âTeam Leaderâ¦â
âFrank! You bastard! Youâre going to get us killed!â
Before he could finish, he was met with roars of anger from the phone: âThe General has now learned of this matter, and he has demanded from me why we have provoked the Willson Pavilion! My God, please tell me, what exactly is going on!â
The General was one of the several powerful figures within Deep Cold, leading various small teams. And the team leader on the phone now was the supreme head of the Red Valley, a rank above Frank.
âTeam Leader, I donât knowâ¦â
Frankâs hand holding the cigarette was shaking uncontrollably, his voice incredibly hoarse.
âGet back here immediately! While youâll receive punishment from the General, itâs better than dying out here! The Willson Pavilion might be strong, but Deep Cold is not to be trifled with!â
The team leaderâs voice finally gave Frank a glimmer of comfort; at least the organization hadnât abandoned them.
âIâm bringing the members back to headquarters now!â
He took a deep breath, hung up the phone, and prepared to gather his team members.
âIron Hoof, I need a secure escape route.â
âOn it! Just a moment!â
Iron Hoof was searching on the computer on the other side when suddenly a phone beside him rang.
âMr. Leopold, I have completed the task. Do you need anything else?â
Seeing it was Cash Leopoldâs number, he didnât hesitate to pick up.
âYour time is up.â
An ice-cold voice came through the phone.
âDamn!â
Iron Hoof was taken aback at first but then immediately threw the phone out of the window.
âIâve been traced! Frank, every man for himself!â
After speaking, he ignored the bewildered Frank on the computer screen, donned his clothes, and jumped out of the seven-story building!