Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

489  Plans Brewing

With his chair sliding back a bit, the elderly man gripped his stylish cane, placing both hands on its head elegantly.

"Although it pains me to say, he is right. If we wanted it done, we should've stained our hands a bit to ensure the job was done proficiently."

Manu nodded with a pained expression, realizing how many opportunities they had in the past to finish the job for the worthless Wei Kwo who could've even here correct Assassins on the dark web.

Who knows what sort of people he got?

No.

Are they even sure he understood how the class ranks in the dark web worked?

Maybe he hired the least class tier to do the job, resulting in imminent failure.

They told him to hire a team. But from the looks of it, that bastard probably hired a lower-tier lone assassin who was taken care of by Dorian's forces guarding his home.

Honestly just thinking about how much of a failure Wei Kwo was is enough to make their blood boil and coagulate over and over again.

Seeing their distorted faces, the old man with a long gray beard stumped his staff on the floor loudly.

"That's enough of your daydreaming. Understand that even if we acted in the past, we too might have failed."

"What? Impossible!"

Manu quickly retorted, not believing it for a moment.

"No way! It must be this bastard who doesn't know how to follow simple instructions."

"Exactly! How can we give him the cheat sheets for an exam and he still goes into the examination hall, writes the exam and fails woefully?"

"That is, what sort of special idiot are you?"

"That's what I was thinking too. At least if there were reports or feedback of the boy losing an arm or an eyeball, we would say okay... he tried."

"But you've seen the bastard for yourself today. Look at his glowing skin. Look at his radiant body that doesn't even have a single mark on it. So what assassins could he have faced?"

"F***! We will even be lucky if the brat was reported to have a single scratch on his toes even if it's from a rock shot by the so-called assassin. But no~... We don't f**king have anything, do we!"

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Wei Kwo said nothing, not caring about their antics.

Of course, he would never say he was duped by fraudsters pretending to be killers or else won't they eat him alive even more?

Seeing the group's exaggerated display, flaring their hands about like angered monkeys, the elder with the staff was dumbfounded, wondering where all their high learning and pedigree had gone to.

And why were they acting like 5-year-old spoiled brats?

Well, he admitted that he secretly thought Wei Kwo was useless too.

I mean... Where is the proof on that boy's porcelain body that he was attacked anytime in the past?

The old man knew Wei Kwo was useless, but for the sake of peace, he decided to give Wei Kwo some face.

"Alright. Alright! That's enough! All that is water under the bridge. It's all spilled milk, water going down the drain. Obsessing about it won't make our situation any better... Now, we must focus on the real matter at hand -- Dorian T. Tian."

Just saying his name made many feel the fury they managed to quench, burst out from their chests again.

Dorian T. Tian!

Many spat his beam out their mouths, gritting their teeth so hard you could hear gnashing noises echoing across the room.

"To grab the bull by the horns, we first assess our strength and catch the bull off guard. Initially, our enemy was in the dark, while we were in the light. He knew our strengths, and had the advantage of time on his side, using many months to hide while gathering everything he could for one last showdown with us... And now that he is in the Light, it means we are all on an equal footing."

Many nodded, understanding the old man's sage words.

Yes, yes, yes!

Many say up with shining eyes.

Right now the bastard has stepped out of his hiding place, meaning all his cards can be easily reversed with a little more digger on their side e.

Earlier, they didn't even dig deep because they were prejudiced, thinking his case was a concluded one with no way of rising.

Parents in a coma, debts on his head, almost all guards, maids and helpers betraying him, friends stabbing him in the back... everything showed he would never rise again.

They did do some searching back then but it was only shallow.

Thus, they dropped it.

But now, they don't believe with the powers they had, doing a thorough dig into his matter would be difficult.

Now, they can find all his hidden cards knowing he wasn't as simple as he seemed on the surface.

...

"Everyone, don't rush to conclude on victory just yet." The old man cautioned. "Understand that now that he is in the light, he expects us to make a move. He has revealed himself because he is very sure of his strength."

"Then how do we beat him if he expects us to attack?"

One of the men shared, and even Wei Kwo was silent wanting to know too.

Raising a finger, the old man smirked. "It's very simple. But first, everyone turn off your phones and check the room and yourselves."

Wie Kwo didn't understand, but the rest did quickly stand, making sure there weren't any hidden spy devices on them.

Who knew what that bastard was capable of?

As people in their positions, a few of them had special detecting devices disguised as pens.

1, 2, 3...

ALL CLEAR.

The readings were clear, showing no hidden devices were kept in hidden corners within the room.

They also checked themselves, relating collective sighs of relief.

So far so good.

"Quick. Tell us, Elder Lingumn. What do you have in mind?"

"As I said, it's very simple. The boy would never expect us to work with each other, especially Wei Kwo... he will expect us to attack in little groups and some people individually, but he can never be prepared for a joint attack in all directions from us all at once."

Taking a deep breath, the elder leaned in closer.

"1 week is all we have to do it... so listen up, here's the plan...."