The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

In a suite at Xiji Hotel in Hong Kong, Jamison the viper stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Outside the window is the Central Pier, where cruise ships shuttle across Victoria Harbor, leaving beautiful waterlines.

Jamieson's eyes crossed Victoria Harbor and looked at the Kowloon Peninsula opposite. His eyes were mesmerized, and he remembered the days when he worked hard in the Kowloon Walled City many years ago.

At that time, he came to Xiangjiang from Siam penniless and helpless, with nothing but the Muay Thai Kung Fu he had practiced since childhood.

Later, he was spotted by the general and went to the Golden Triangle. Then he joined the Doomsday Organization and became a professional killer.

He personally discovered the red lips. Over the years, red lips have never let him down. She is a qualified killer, even better than him in some aspects. The only drawback is probably that at such a young age, he has the desire to retire.

Jamison promised her that after this vote, she would wash her hands in a golden basin.

This was the first time he had encountered a large order of [-] billion since he entered the industry. Although the organization received the order, they could only get about half of it, but it was enough for them to spend the rest of their lives luxuriously.

Of course, Jamison will not let the red lips and gold basin wash their hands.

No one has ever quit the Doomsday Organization unless they die.

Jamison looked back, glanced at the time, and calculated that the red lips should be here soon.

He turned to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine, opened it with a corkscrew, then poured a glass and tried the taste.

Then, he took out a syringe from his bag and carefully poured the liquid into the red wine bottle.

This is a specially formulated poison that will make people excited, happy, and then die in boundless joy.

Although she is a top assassin trained by herself, she is a little reluctant to let go, but who told her to want to quit?

Quitting is impossible, the organization will eliminate her. Rather than letting her be killed by Satan, it would be better to die in his own hands.

Moreover, if Hong Lip dies, the five billion will be his alone.

Jamison put the red wine on the table, sat on the sofa, and waited for the arrival of red lips.

He turned on the TV out of boredom, and the news was broadcasting a news about an airplane accident. A plane flying from Qiantang to Xiangjiang broke down and successfully made an emergency landing in the wild. Three crew members died, and the passengers were all safe.

Jamison was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong.

He picked up the phone and prepared to call Honglip, but his professional sensitivity made him aware of the approaching danger.

He almost jumped up from the sofa, quickly changed his clothes, put on his bag, and rushed to the door.

However, when he opened the door, he was stunned.

There was a young man standing outside the door, looking at him with a smile.

"Isn't it too late to leave now?" the young man said.

Jamison recognized this face. As a professional killer, he would never forget a person once he saw a photo.

He knew that Red Lips had made a mistake.

But what he couldn't understand was how could the other party find this place so quickly?

The place where the plane crashed is still [-] to [-] kilometers away from here. Not to mention the wilderness there, even if there is a first helicopter to pick him up, it will take at least more than two hours to fly over.

Without any hesitation, Jamison, like his codename Viper, suddenly launched an attack.

In ancient Muay Thai, no weapon is needed, his whole body is full of weapons. His fists are faster than cannonballs, his palms are sharper than knives, and his knees are stronger than hammers.

Jamison punched the opponent's temple, and he jumped up and pushed his knee into the opponent's chest.

There were many more tricks behind him, but it didn't seem necessary because the person in front of him didn't hide at all, nor did he make any moves to block his attack.

It turns out to be a weak chicken!

A smile appeared on Jamison's lips.

He seemed to see his opponent's entire chest being sunk in, and his head being smashed like a watermelon.

However, he suddenly thought of something, which made him feel a little uneasy.

How did the red lips fail?

At this moment, his smile froze on his face, and then changed into an expression of extreme pain.

Then, his body flew out and slammed into the room.

The table and red wine shattered on the floor.

Li Muchen walked into the room, closed the door gently, and slowly walked towards Jamison.

Jamison was lying on the ground. He felt that the bones of his fists and knees had been shattered into powder, with only the outer layer of skin covering them. The severe pain made him sweat profusely. He could not stand up and could only squirm like a snake.

"Are you a poisonous snake?" Li Muchen asked.

"Did the red lips betray me?"

Jamison still couldn't believe it.

Red Lips is his most outstanding subordinate. She is outstanding in the entire doomsday organization. In addition to her killing methods, she also has an indomitable heart.

The more difficult the target is, the more it arouses her fighting spirit. She is not someone who is afraid of death. The threat of death will not make her give up, let alone betray the organization.

Li Muchen looked at him coldly and said, "You are no longer qualified to ask questions. Now is my question time. You only need to answer the questions."

"Don't even think about asking anything from me." Jamison's eyes showed a fierce look.

Li Muchen glanced at this luxurious sea-view suite, smiled, and said, "I heard that this hotel is very high-end, and the sound insulation must be very good. No matter what happens inside, the outside will not hear it, right?"

Seeing his smile, Jamison felt a sense of fear in his heart for no reason.

He knew what the other party wanted to do. Indeed, even if he shouted for help in this room, he would not be heard outside.

But he still had a chance to resist. He is a killer, a top killer, who has the means to kill in any situation.

His codename is Viper.

He pretended to touch his injured knee with his left hand. As if he couldn't bear the pain, he pressed his hand on his thigh.

A stream of liquid spurted from the tip of his shoe.

Li Muchen squatted there, Jamison's feet were behind him, and he couldn't see the liquid spraying from the toes of his shoes at all.

This is a specially prepared venom that can make people lose their fighting ability as soon as it touches people's skin.

This is where the codename Viper comes from.

Of course, Jamison didn't expect the venom to kill his opponent, but he also had a pistol in his left hand. He fired quickly, raising the muzzle slightly and already pulling the trigger with his fingertips.

The bullets and venom were shot out almost simultaneously, one after the other, towards Li Muchen.

In Jamison's view, the guy in front of him couldn't escape anyway, unless he was not a human being.

However, Jamison still miscalculated.

He saw Li Muchen's figure fluttering, and the bullets and venom passed through his body, as if he were transparent.

The bullet penetrated the ceiling with a thud.

But the venom turned into scattered raindrops after a perfect parabola, all falling on himself.

"what--"

Jamison screamed.

This venom was prepared by himself, and he knew better than anyone else the pain of being injured by the venom, which was unbearable.

How many times had he watched his target die in intense pain, which gave him an unspeakable sense of satisfaction.

However, he did not expect that he would also experience this day.

Perhaps this is retribution.

"Help me!" Jamison shouted in pain.

He could endure the chop with knives and axes, the cutting of tendons and bones, but the pain of the venom penetrating into the bone marrow was something even he, the inventor, could not endure.

Especially since he knew he had the antidote in his bag.

"Quick, give me the antidote..." He pointed to his bag.

Li Muchen seemed unmoved, and just asked calmly: "Who asked you to kill me?"

"No... I don't know... it's the organization... it was assigned to me by the organization... help me quickly... the antidote..."

"What organization?"

"end……"

"Where is the headquarters?"

"No...don't know."

"Who is the leader?"

"Satan."

“Who and where is Satan?”

"No, I don't know, we are all in single line contact."

Li Muchen nodded, it seemed that the red lips did not lie to him.

He took Jamison's bag and dug through it to find a bottle of medicine, "Is this it?"

"Yes, that's it!" Jamison's eyes showed hope.

"I ask again, who is Satan and where is he? If you still say you don't know, then I will throw this bottle of medicine into the sea."

Li Muchen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened a crack in the side window. The wind blew in and made a whistling sound.

The skin on Jamison's body was festering and spreading rapidly.

He thought about the plight of those who had been poisoned by him, and his heart was filled with fear.

"General...General!" he said anxiously, "The general knows that only the general can find Satan!"

"Who is the general?"

"He is my upline, in the Golden Triangle, and the local emperor there."

Jamison's whole body was rotting. With his last hope, he looked at the medicine bottle in Li Muchen's hand.

Li Muchen nodded and threw the medicine bottle out of the window.