C1 Return of the King

Su Chen, male, 23 years old, codenamed: Black Gold.

BACKGROUND: Both father and mother died. One of the younger sisters in the family, who had fallen into a deep sleep after craniotomy five years ago, is currently being hospitalized in the city center.

This is a resume of the investigation.

Tang Wanyi couldn't help but frown after reading the simple introduction. He then placed his resume on the large desk.

Tang Wanyi remained silent for a moment before he picked up the phone on the desk.

A minute later, an elderly man in black slowly pushed open the door and walked into the office.

"Uncle Wang, I want the information on this person."

The old man who was called Uncle Wang by Tang Wanyi slowly walked to the desk and looked at the investigation report that Tang Wanyi was pointing at.

There was a trace of a smile on the old man's wrinkled face: "I wanted to report to you that all the information we can find out is here."

As he said that, he handed over a piece of paper filled with dense text and photos to Tang Wanyi.

Codename Black Gold, one of the important members of the "Black Sect" in the Fourth World.

Three years ago, all the mercenary groups in the Fourth World that had offered rewards to "Black Gold" suffered a fatal retaliation from Black Sect. From then on, no one dared to put up any more bounty on any one of the members of the Black Sect.

According to the investigation, the one nicknamed Black Gold was Su Chen. Three months ago, the most mysterious organization in the world, "Black Sect", was suddenly dissolved.

One month ago, Su Chen had returned to his hometown.

Tang Wanyi put down the information, and frowned as he looked at the old man, and asked: "Black Sect, what kind of organization is it?"

The old man said, "This information is classified as top secret. I have spent a lot of effort to obtain it, so some things cannot be written down. Should I dictate it to you?"

"Alright."

The old man coughed slightly, then lowered his voice: "According to the current limited information, there are a total of seven members within Black Sect organization. Every single member of the Black Sect are all people who are calling the shots in the Fourth World."

"Black Gold, also known as Su Chen, was 23 years old this year. According to the information, he was sold to a sterile Chinese family in France by a foreigner when he was 6 years old."

"Three months later, Black Gold was found to have a strange illness and the buyer asked him to change the goods. Thus, Black Gold was sold to a terrifying assassination organization."

"Ten years later, Black Gold came from the Pacific island, where killers were trained. He assassinated the terrorist organization's third ranked leader, Dawoud, and Black Gold successfully escaped."

Three years later, he betrayed the organization and started a one-year confrontation with the original assassination group. In just one month, the assassination group that nurtured Black Gold collapsed. The head of the organization was hung by Black Gold at the city gate in the middle of the Middle East.

"Nineteen years old, Black Gold, who had been quiet for a long time, dragged along six unknown people and established the current" Black Sect "of the fourth world."

The old man then looked at Tang Wanyi and said, "This person has too much murderous aura, he is not suitable to be Miss's bodyguard."

When Tang Wanyi heard this, he shook his head and smiled, "That's what I want."

The old man was stunned. "But, he would kill people without blinking an eye …"

Before he finished his sentence, Tang Wanyi looked at the old man and said, "Didn't he have a sister? Find him, I want to meet him myself. "

"Yes."

… ….

Early in the morning, at three o'clock, at the Wanderer Bar.

A young man, who was wearing a rescue bag and was completely different from the rest of the customers, was sitting at the counter.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were narrowed like a long and narrow scimitar.

He gently shook the amber wine in his cup. The low sound of the music caused his body to sway, as if he was trying to catch up to the music's tempo.

He drained the glass in one gulp, and lightly tapped the glass to signal for the Bartender to continue pouring.

"Sir, you've already drunk a lot."

The Bartender frowned as she took a closer look at his clothes. She was afraid this young man dressed in cheap clothing wouldn't be able to afford the wine.

The young man lifted his head and looked at him indifferently, "Continue."

It was the first time the young man had looked up as he entered the bar, and it was also the first time the female bartender had seen the young man's face.

She was a little dazed, though she had sensed before that this young man had a strange quality about him that no one else had.

But at this moment, when the young woman saw the young man's face, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

It was a face with distinct contours and exquisite facial features. Although he had drunk a lot, his face was still somewhat pale.

Her pair of eyes, which were as deep and bright as stars, seemed to have fallen into the mortal world. The depths of her eyes contained a trace of dull loneliness, which caused her to feel electric shock as her heart inexplicably beat faster and her face flushed red.

The young female bartender bit her lip and poured him another glass of wine.

"At most, I'll just treat him to a drink."

she thought.

The young man raised his hand to pick up the wine cup. He shook it as if he was drunk.

Just as the young man was about to raise the wine cup to his mouth, a dozen or so men wearing vests and with tattoos on their bodies walked towards him from a distance.

The young man stopped what he was doing and looked at the aggressive crowd with an innocent expression.

The female bartender took a step back, her face filled with fear.

The leader, a man covered in tattoos, sat down next to the young man and looked at him. "You, go away."

The young man was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the wine cup in silence for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I haven't finished drinking. There are a lot of seats over there."

"If you dare say another word, do you believe that your father will teach you a lesson today?"

As he spoke, the menacing man smashed the wine cup to pieces, glaring at the old man.

The young man was still gently shaking his body. After a long while, he finally raised his head and finished the cup of wine.

He let out a long breath, then slowly took out a box of cigarettes from his rescue bag. He took out a cigarette, lit it up in a daze, took a deep breath and exhaled the thick smoke on the face of the person sitting opposite him, then started to cough violently.

The menacing man was already impatient. He immediately broke a beer bottle, pointed it at the young man's face, and cursed, "Scram, give me something that's shameless."

The young man was smoking without a care in the world. He looked like a smoker who was extremely addicted to smoking.

Seeing this, the man raised his hand, and the sharp beer bottle swung towards the young man's face. The surrounding people seemed to have already seen the young man's bloody face, and cried out in alarm.

The young man was still swaying his body, seemingly unaware of the man's actions.

Just as the man was about to slash the young man's cheek with the sharp opening of the beer skin.

The man's hand suddenly stopped.

He saw a black muzzle pointed at his face.

The surrounding people let out a scream and began to scatter in all directions, afraid that they would be caught in the fish pond.

The tattooed man was stunned for a moment. He then let go of the bottle and raised his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault …"

Bang.

With a sound, the man's Adam's apple nervously rolled, but he wasn't dead yet. Just now, the young man had been aiming at the top of his head. He was finally sure that this teacher really wasn't a toy.

The muzzle of the gun then slowly moved to the man's abdomen. The young man tapped his glass again and the girl shakily filled it with fear and nervousness.

He picked up the wine cup and downed it in one gulp. The young man's body swayed even more violently.

At this moment, the fierce-looking man had a face as ugly as a dead family member.

He was really afraid that this fellow would accidentally invite him to eat peanuts.

However, regardless of how the young man's body swayed, the slender fingers holding the spear were surprisingly steady, even more stable than those who hadn't drunk alcohol.

He slowly put away the gun, stood up shakily and patted the man with a dazed look on his face. Then, he took out a few bills from his shabby shoulder bag and slapped them on the table.

After the young man left, the man looked at his wet crotch, and his taut face finally contorted. Not long later, tears began to flow from his eyes, and he actually started to cry. "Mother, you scared me to death …"

If he knew that the young man who just pointed a gun at him was a reputable heavyweight of the underground world, he would probably have fainted from fright by now.

After walking out of the bar, Su Chen walked aimlessly along the street of Shanghai in the early morning.

He drank quite a bit today, and very soon, he stopped walking and fell straight down next to a tree. His breathing was even, and he should have already fallen asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Su Chen felt someone pushing his arm.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the sky had turned white. The person beside him was still softly calling out to him: "Mr. Su, Mr. Su, are you alright?"

Su Chen stood up weakly. Looking at a young man looking at him, he rubbed his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ugh …" My name is Zhong Chu, Mr. Su can just call me Chu. "

"I know you?" Su Chen felt his head hurt. He rubbed his head and asked the young man in confusion.

"Mr. Su, it's like this. Our company's Director Tang wants to see you. Are you free today?"

Wu Tie lit up a cigarette and slowly walked away. He said, "I haven't slept enough. Besides, I don't know anything about Director Tang."

"Then... "Then, rest for a while. When you've slept enough, I'll take you to see Director Tang?"

Su Chen didn't answer that person, but walked directly to a hotel. After registering a room, he searched for a long time, but couldn't find a single cent.

When Zhong Chu saw this, he quickly went up and smiled, "Mr. Su, let me do it."

Su Chen glanced at him and said, "Thank you."

As he spoke, he took the plate to the guest room and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already the afternoon. He took a bath, took out and put on some clothes of the same style as his backpack, and prepared to leave.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhong Chu standing outside.

"Mr. Su, you're awake?"

Su Chen scratched his head and said, "You... What's your name? "

"Zhong Chu."

"Oh, why are you looking for me?" Su Chen asked.