The bandit leader, Ming Wolf, arrived with 70 bandits at the cave, awaiting word from Fong Hao.

Fong Ho harbored reservations regarding these bandits, but with Domiga leading, there was little cause for concern.

Nodding, Fong Hao reiterated, "Everyone must follow Domiga's command.

After eliminating the enemy target, conduct a brief search of the premises and leave before the city guard arrive.

Exercise caution during the retreat.

Avoid being followed.

Understood, my lord, replied Domiga.

Rest assured, my lord.

We will adhere to Commander Domidica's orders.

Ming Wolf and the others quickly affirmed.

Excellent.

Now, everyone, follow me, Fongghao instructed as they exited the cave.

Under the faint moonlight, they swiftly traversed through the darkness.

After approximately 20 minutes of travel, a brightly lit estate appeared ahead.

Shadows of patrolling guards could be discerned outside the manor.

By the flickering light, the emblem of the mercenary guild hanging from the guard's chest became visible.

It appeared that the faceless had employed a band of mercenaries to serve as bait.

However, such details had become inconsequential.

Even if the estate housed no faceless, merely standing empty, they were determined to seize it and eliminate everyone within.

Fongghow glanced around the estate and continued.

Be vigilant of your surroundings.

Leave no traces behind.

Understood, my lord, Domiga replied, promptly assigning tasks to the others.

Once all preparations were complete, they stealthily advanced toward the estate, soon enveloped by a dense mist that shrouded the entire manor.

In another private room of the underground boxing venue, the woman who had guided Fong House stood nervously, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Before her sat the venue's owner, Riley, along with Deborah and the enforcer, Liego.

Any one of them possessed the power to dictate her fate.

"What did Fong Ha go?" Riley inquired, reclining with a commanding presence.

The woman's complexion turned pale as she stammered.

"He went to room 202.

" "Oh, he went to a private room," Riley mused, stroking his chin.

"What did he say to you? Repeat it all to me without omitting a single word.

" The woman swallowed hard, recalling Fongo's words.

When he arrived, he inquired about the room rates, then asked about the venue's rules and the bedding methods, and that was all.

Is that it? Riley frowned.

Yes, yes, that is all.

He clearly seemed to be a first timer, knowing nothing about this place, and didn't he inquire about anything else? The woman hurly explained.

Very well.

You may leave.

Riley waved his hand dismissively.

Yes, boss.

The woman complied, retreating from the room.

Silence reclaimed the chamber as Riley pondered whether Fong's presence here was mere coincidence.

After a moment of contemplation, he gently patted the voluuptuous Deborah up beside him.

"You seem to have a favorable opinion of that young man.

Since you have some free time today, why not go entertain him and enjoy yourself?" "Huh?" Deborah spat lightly, teasingly retorting.

"What do you mean by my having a favorable opinion? It's all for your sake.

Go on, find out his intentions, Riley urged.

I wonder what peculiarities you possess.

Always offering your women to other men.

Haha.

You seem to enjoy it as well.

Chapter 383.

Inquiring for news outside the city.

In the estate, a dense fog swiftly enveloped the entire manor.

The bright torches upon coming into contact with a mist gradually extinguished.

What could have caused such a thick fog? What on earth had transpired? Chaos ensued among the people, seizing the cover of the fog, Dmitri rushed swiftly into the estate with a small group.

They clashed with the members of the mercenary group.

The mercenaries were already few in number and were faceless, serving as bait to lure Fong Halo.

Within a few minutes, the guards outside the building were completely annihilated by Dimmitri's men.

With the perimeter cleared, Dmitri directly pushed open the door to the residence.

In an instant, as the door swung open, an arrow shot forth.

Dimmitri slightly tilted his head, easily evading it.

Inside the room, six mercenaries remained, huddled together, forming a final line of defense.

At the center of their formation stood a red-haired man clad in heavy armor.

Wielding a long sword, the red-haired man coldly fixed his gaze on Dmitri, noticing the robust tail protruding from behind him, his expression slightly wavering.

"A lizard man," he began to recall when he had incurred the enmity of this lizard man, prompting a nocturnal assault on his mercenary group.

After much reflection, he found no memory related to the lizard man.

In a cold voice, he inquired, "Who are you? It seems we have not offended you.

Is there perhaps a misunderstanding? Given the current situation, there was no room to delve into who was right or wrong.

The only option was to resolve this conflict so that the remaining six members might survive.

Dimmitri with his slit pupils cast a frigid glance at the group.

Speak.

From whom did you receive this task? Dmitri questioned.

The red-haired man furrowed his brow, seemingly recalling something.

It appeared that these individuals were not targeting him, but were instead seeking those who had hired them.

I will tell you if you can let us leave.

A piece of information that may interest you in exchange for our six lives, a fair bargain, the red-haired man continued.

Aside from the confidential information obtained from the task hall, mercenaries typically found it challenging to keep secrets about tasks received personally.

However, they needed to clarify the terms of exchange before divulging any information.

The red-haired man expected the lizard man to acquies.

Yet the lizard man shook his head and commanded, "Kill them all.

" A large contingent surged in from behind, and without further ado, they launched an assault on the six.

In less than 10 minutes, all were slain, leaving not a single survivor, searched the area, and prepared to depart.

Dimmitri continued to issue orders as his men began to scour the surroundings.

They needed to leave before the city guard arrived.

Fongghao, having dispelled his divine presence, awoke in the private room, still resting upon in Jia's lap.

Anjhao placed an assortment of pastries and a fruit platter directly upon his abdomen, guarding herself while indulging in the delicacies.

Noticing Fong Hao awaken, Anja curiously inquired, "How is it? The matter has been resolved.

We shall linger here a little longer before departing.

" Fong Ho removed the various snacks from his belly.

"Huh? Are we leaving so soon?" Her large eyes twinkled as she continued.

Why not let me go down and play a couple of rounds to earn us some money.

They don't seem very formidable.

Don't be naive.

Casinos never allow their patrons to win.

Once you demonstrate any prowess, they will arrange for new opponents.

It's all predetermined.

Fonhow replied bluntly.

Moreover, no matter how many they send, they cannot best me.