The helicopter flew for over ten minutes before the two entered a small airport and boarded a jet. As soon as Ye Tian entered the cabin, his divine sense swept over the area and he immediately discovered a palm-sized object in the corner of the cargo hold, completely out of place with its surroundings.
Thinking of Ren Ping’s identity, his heart stirred, and he said, “Old Ren, is the plane safe?”
Ren Ping’s heart skipped a beat. He knew Ye Tian wouldn’t mention the plane’s safety casually, so he immediately asked, “What did you find?”
Ye Tian: “There’s a small object in the cargo hold below. You’d better send someone to check it.”
Ren Ping’s face turned grim. He called over a subordinate and said, “Send someone to take a look in the cargo hold.”
A few minutes later, the subordinate returned with a grim expression to report, “Boss, our people found a micro-bomb in the cargo hold. The bomb’s power is limited, but it’s enough to cause severe damage and crash the plane mid-air.”
Ren Ping said coldly, “Summon the person in charge of the special plane’s security!”
The man gave a wry smile, “The person in charge committed suicide by poison. He was just discovered.”
Ren Ping narrowed his eyes, “As expected of a top assassin group.”
Ye Tian: “We’ll probably have to change planes.”
Ren Ping said, “None of the planes here are usable. Go and arrange for a passenger plane to be brought over.”
“Yes!” The subordinate retreated.
The small airport had a modest waiting lounge. While waiting for the plane, Ren Ping seemed lost in thought, pondering something.
At that moment, a lounge attendant brought over a pot of tea and poured some for Ye Tian and Ren Ping.
Ye Tian picked up his teacup. Before it was even close to his lips, he flicked a finger through the air, and the attendant froze on the spot.
Ren Ping’s heart stirred, “Brother, she’s problematic?”
Ye Tian brought the teacup a little closer and said, “The tea is poisoned. It’s a potent, miraculous toxin. A single drop is fatal.”
Ren Ping’s expression turned ashen, “This Yong Ye lives up to its reputation!”
He immediately stood up, “Let’s go. We can’t stay at this airport.”
Ye Tian, however, did not move, saying calmly, “It’s too late. The assassin has arrived.”
With that, he pushed open the door and looked ahead.
A thin Taoist, appearing to be in his forties, walked towards them step by step. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and a half-smile played on his lips.
“You’d best not meddle in Yong Ye’s affairs,” the Taoist stopped about ten meters away and said slowly.
Ye Tian stared at him, “What if I insist on meddling?”
The Taoist: “You’re inviting trouble.”
Ye Tian sneered, “Stop the nonsense and make your move.”
“Whoosh!”
A silver nail, about twenty centimeters long and as thick as a sewing needle, shot out from the Taoist’s sleeve with lightning speed, heading straight for Ye Tian’s chest.
Ye Tian placed his right hand on his chest and flicked his index finger, sending the silver nail flying. Simultaneously, he flicked out three golden needles, silently.
Just as the Taoist was about to fire a second silver nail, his body suddenly went numb. He let out a muffled grunt, and his body stiffened instantly.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Tian shot out ten more golden needles, completely subduing the Taoist. The Taoist stared at him, “Impressive skill! Your flying needle acupuncture technique is far superior to my silver nails.”
Ye Tian: “Are you from the Twelve Constellations?”
The Taoist: “That’s right. I am Scorpio.”
Ye Tian turned to ask Ren Ping, “Old Ren, do you want him alive or dead?”
Ren Ping said calmly, “It’s best if we can keep him alive. The Twelve Constellations are wanted by many wealthy families worldwide. He’s worth at least two billion US dollars.”
Ye Tian: “Old Ren, if you can get this two billion, we’ll split it fifty-fifty.”
Ren Ping chuckled, “No, you take seven, I take three.”
Scorpio’s face turned pale, “Give me a quick death!”
Ren Ping said calmly, “We can give you a quick death, but you’ve been with Yong Ye for thirteen years and taken on many missions. You must have earned a lot of money, right?”
Scorpio’s face contorted, “My money is for my family. You won’t get a single cent!”