Chapter 87: Waterloo of Career (Second Update)

Tolan, as the leading gangster in Laxiang City, has financial resources and power...

Although he is not as good as any of the ten old men who control the five continents and ten districts, he is still a standout among many gangster families.

The huge wealth and the power deeply rooted in Laxiang City are all Tolan's capital.

But these capitals also bring him a lot of threats and troubles.

For him, there are many trash who only know how to envy him, and there are also many enemies who want to bite his neck hard.

Therefore, Tolan's surface work is very good.

He will judge the situation and use various hobbies and common topics as entry points to win the favor of people from all walks of life.

The scary thing is-

His hobbies that can often become common topics are not just pretending.

He really immerses himself in it, and spends energy and time on it, just to make the road ahead smoother.

At the same time, in order to deal with the revenge of his enemies, Tolan attaches great importance to security issues.

Needless to say, the special car used for travel has top bulletproof effect.

Before going out, he would ask his men to conduct a comprehensive inspection.

No matter where the car is parked, it must be guarded by his men.

The mansion where he usually lives is even more heavily protected.

There is a first-class security system, all-weather gangster elites guarding it, and dozens of large hounds wandering around the courtyard.

When he invited Lizzie to dinner last time, Tolan sent hundreds of his men to guard outside the restaurant, and there were four bodyguards guarding him.

This shows how much Tolan values ​​security.

However——

These defense lines built with money are like decorations for Ilmi, who is proficient in assassination.

Even in broad daylight, he sneaked into the mansion like a ghost.

If he could complete the commission in the easiest way, he would naturally not be stupid enough to use force.

At this moment.

Tolan, who had just finished lunch, came to the study, picked up a book from the bookshelf, and sat down to read it.

This is his habit.

Became a member of the gang, and then shed blood until now.

He knew that most of the time, guns were more useful than knowledge in books.

But it did not prevent him from valuing knowledge.

Rustle——

In the study, there was only the sound of Tolan flipping through books.

And in this rustling sound, an almost inaudible footsteps were mixed in.

Ilmi came behind Tolan silently.

The dark eyes with only a little white in them, like the eyes of the god of death, stared at Tolan coldly and ruthlessly.

No need to use abilities.

Raised his palm and slashed across.

The action was crisp and neat.

Tolan's expression was shocked, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

Before he understood what happened, his head rolled off his neck and fell on the floor with a thud.

The incision on his neck was unusually smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Obviously he couldn't die any more.

After completing the commission simply, Ilmi took out his mobile phone expressionlessly and took a few photos of Tolan who died with his eyes open.

After doing all this, he left the mansion without anyone noticing.

The high reward made the assassination easy.

This was a low-risk, high-return deal.

Ilmi easily completed the last commission he had while away from home.

There was no special feeling, let alone a sense of accomplishment.

Because he had never failed in similar commissions, and had completed them brilliantly countless times.

After leaving the mansion, he sent the photos to his employer and asked the employer to transfer the reward.

"It's done."

Putting away his phone, Ilmi tilted his head slightly and looked at the streets in the city.

The work was done, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

A moment later.

The notification sound of the account being credited sounded.

Ilmi took out his phone again and looked at it, finally showing a slightly satisfied expression.

At the same time.

In the study room of the mansion.

Tolan's body was separated.

The body sat on the single sofa, and the head fell to the ground.

A large amount of blood stained the sofa and the ground, and the whole scene was very bloody.

But at this moment——

A black bubble emerged from the pool of blood.

After the bubble burst, a dark and sticky substance slowly emerged.

It squatted down and touched Tolan's head.

In an instant——

A dazzling lightning flashed.

The blood that was splashed around disappeared, and a burn mark of a body separated appeared on the sofa and the ground.

And Tolan, who had just died, stood next to the sofa intact.

In his mind, there was no such thing as being "killed by Ilmi".

He walked to the bookshelf, took out a book from it, and then sat on the sofa and read it as usual.

The cover of the book was a dark style.

The words "swamp man" were written on it.

…………

Time passed, and night fell.

Ilmi came to the Laxiang City Airport and bought a ticket home.

Then he found a seat in the reception area and sat down, waiting for the boarding time to arrive.

Ten minutes later...

Ilmi's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He took out the mobile phone he usually used for business and answered it.

"Is this how the famous Zoldyck does business?"

A male voice with suppressed anger came from the phone.

Ilmi looked indifferent and said coldly: "Don't play dumb, just say what you want to say."

"The photo you sent is fake!"

The tone of the male voice was like a volcano about to erupt:

"Toran is not dead at all, and I have transferred all the rewards to your account. That is all my property. Now I want to hear your explanation."

"I am sure the target is dead."

Ilmi's expression was still indifferent.

He was not interested in exploring the motive of the employer to call, so he was ready to hang up.

"Confirmed dead? This is the funniest joke I have heard this year."

The man on the other end of the phone said viciously:

"Zoldyck's killer, I will send you the photos and address I just took. You can confirm whether Toran is dead or not."

"..."

After hearing the employer's words, Ilmi did not hang up the phone after all.

Instead, the employer hung up the phone directly after speaking.

Ilmi took the phone in front of him and saw several photos sent by the employer and the name and address of a restaurant.

In the photo, Toran can be clearly seen standing in front of the door of a restaurant, with a warm face and an invitation gesture to the two guests.

The two guests who were obviously invited were a handsome boy and a woman with dark circles under her eyes.

"Huh?"

Ilmi found that the boy in the photo was the "ordinary Nen user" he met in the middle of the night.

But this kind of thing is not important.

He was just thinking...

Is the assassination target really alive?

Does that mean he failed?

The first time he failed in his career?

And he asked for compensation from his employer under such circumstances.

Funny, embarrassing.

These emotions that should have appeared at this time were basically not related to Ilmi.

He just felt that the family's reputation was damaged because of him, so he was very unhappy.

"..."

Ilmi's eyes became particularly terrifying, and he exuded a cold and tyrannical aura.

The passengers in the airport reception area seemed to have seen something terrifying and moved away from Ilmi.