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M: TSIA Chapter 100: Bakudō #1: Sai!
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 11:48:15 +0000 UTC"But for some reason, the man suddenly disappeared and began hunting down all the assassins from The Fraternity one by one. So far, seven elite assassins have been killed by Cross."
Lance's eyes narrowed slightly. This was information he hadn't anticipated.
"Sloan has now ordered all assassins to be recalled and to be on full alert," Mr. X continued. "In the coming days, all assassins still affiliated with The Fraternity will gather in one place."
Lance processed the information quickly in his mind. This moment could be a golden opportunity to eliminate them all at once...
Suddenly, something else crossed Lance's mind. His expression turned slightly serious, and he immediately asked in a hurried tone, "I know that The Fraternity has a quick healing potion. Do you know the formula for it?"
One of the most remarkable things about The Fraternity, aside from the "Weaving Tool of Destiny" that could automatically assign tasks and had some predictive abilities, was their magical healing bath. This mysterious liquid had incredible healing effects—it was said to stimulate white blood cells and accelerate body regeneration at an absurd rate.
Bruises, deep cuts, broken bones, even serious gunshot wounds could heal simply by soaking in the liquid for a few hours. When someone emerged from that bath, their body would feel rejuvenated, as if they had never been injured before.
In fact, the younger version of "Professor Charles"—or more precisely, Wesley Gibson—relied on this healing bath to survive and evolve into a legendary assassin in just a matter of weeks.
However, Wesley's story ended with a bitter irony. Wesley, who was tricked into unknowingly killing his own father, ultimately sought revenge. With one brilliant strategic move, Wesley destroyed almost the entire group of assassins from The Fraternity in a single night.
Lance looked at Mr. X with hope, waiting for an answer that could change everything.
Lance glanced at the white ring circling his finger—the White Lantern Ring. With this power, Lance didn't need The Fraternity's healing bath to heal wounds. But that didn't mean it wouldn't be useful to him. If Lance could obtain the formula for the potion, he could use it for business.
However, Mr. X simply shook his head. "No. The potion is one of the biggest secrets in the textile factory, and only Sloan knows how to make it."
Lance smirked slightly. "No problem. Sooner or later, it will be mine."
If Sloan refused to hand over his secret, there was another option—kill Sloan and bring him back to life with the Black Lantern Ring. Or even better… create a Black Lantern Corps from these legendary assassins.
Just imagine—the best assassins in the world who have died, resurrected with the power of darkness, invincible and immortal. Their killing skills would be an endless source of energy for the black ring. This way, they could become the most terrifying force in the underworld.
Good. Let's do it!
However, before Lance could proceed with his plan, the sudden sound of brakes shattered the silence of the night. The CIA had arrived.
Lance glanced briefly at Mr. X and said calmly, "Return to The Fraternity and follow the procedure. Once all the Assassins have gathered, let me know immediately."
"Yes!" Mr. X nodded briefly before stepping back into the shadows and disappearing into the darkness.
At that moment, a faint rumble echoed in the air.
"One way to bind is to block—Bakudō #1: Sai!"
Spiritual energy surged quickly, creating pressure that locked movement. A basic technique that could force an opponent to bring their hands together behind their back, restricting their movement.
Unfortunately...
Without turning around, Lance casually said, "Your spiritual pressure is too weak compared to mine. This little trick won't work on me."
The woman with long hair pouted her red lips in annoyance. Vivi.
"Aww, at least work with me and make me happy. This is so boring!" Vivi complained.
When Lance came to catch Wolf, Vivi had already been playing around at the club, enjoying various ghost tricks that she had mastered. The tricks might not be deadly, but they were quite practical and fun.
Unfortunately, Vivi couldn't freely use them in front of others. So, the only way for her to enjoy them was to do it secretly... and unfortunately, Lance wasn't interested in joining Vivi's little game.
Vivi finally got a chance to practice on a man... but once again, reality hit her hard. The expectations she had crumbled, leaving her feeling frustrated.
Lance, seeing Vivi's annoyed expression, merely snorted lightly. "If I wanted to have fun, I would tie you up," Lance said flatly.
He then lifted his chin toward a man lying unconscious. "The mission you entrusted to me is complete. But Ethan wasn't so lucky..."
However, Vivi didn't seem to care. She just smiled slightly and said casually, "I'm sure Ethan won't die as long as you're here."
Vivi had noticed it before Lance jumped into the fight. Ethan was indeed battered, his body covered in wounds, but his vital signs were still intact. As long as Ethan was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment promptly, he would be sure to survive.
After all, Vivi didn't come alone. She had brought a team of CIA agents. They would handle the situation—taking Ethan to the hospital, cleaning up the scene, and covering up all necessary traces.
However, one other thing made Vivi even more curious. Her eyes narrowed as she asked, "Ethan's skills are quite good. Who could have beaten him up like this?"
Ethan was not an ordinary person. He was an elite CIA agent who had gone through various dangerous battles. Although Ethan was no longer young and was now suffering from a terminal illness, he was still tough enough to take on a group of people without difficulty. But this time... Ethan barely held on until help arrived.
How could this happen?
Lance simply replied casually, "A very strong killer."
Vivi fell silent for a moment before looking at Lance with a sharp gaze. "You couldn't even catch that person?"
