Chapter 9

The Sanchez Manor.

The living room had been temporarily converted into a wake room.

The coffin was placed against the wall, with a crystal chandelier hanging above it.

The fire in the fireplace was burning strong, but Morgan still felt cold.

He stood beside the coffin, looking down at Bill's face—the makeup artist had done their best, but the face was still as pale as plaster.

Morgan pulled out a pocket watch from his coat.

The second hand on the watch kept moving.

Behind him stood a group of subordinates in black suits, all with their heads lowered, not daring to make a sound.

Ten more minutes.

Morgan's voice was low, "Bill, don't worry. Before you're buried, I'll place Jack's head right in front of you."

"Mr. Sanchez, rest assured, this time we've sent out twenty assassins. They'll definitely bring back that Jack's head."

Behind Morgan, a middle-aged man carefully raised his head to speak.

His name was Victor Morris, Morgan's trusted confidant.

At a time like this, only he dared to speak in Morgan's presence.

Click.

A crisp sound rang out.

Morgan closed the pocket watch without speaking, just slowly closing his eyes.

His hands remained pressed on his cane.

Time passed second by second.

Soon, it was time for Bill's burial.

"Victor."

Morgan opened his eyes again, his voice low.

The atmosphere in the wake room instantly dropped to freezing point. Although Morgan hadn't made any move yet, everyone present could feel the suffocating violence emanating from him.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Victor's face.

"They might be on their way back..."

Before he could finish.

A subordinate stumbled in, his face pale, pupils dilated, as if he had experienced something terrifying.

"Mr. Sanchez! This is bad!"

Hearing this, Morgan turned to look at the newcomer, cold light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"What are you panicking about?"

Just that one short sentence.

Scared the man into dropping to his knees.

Victor also shouted at the newcomer, "No manners at all! What happened?"

The subordinate instinctively swallowed, then stammered, "They're all... all dead..."

"What did you say?"

Victor's pupils shrank sharply. Seeming to realize something, he rushed forward and grabbed the man's collar, "What do you mean all dead? Say that again!!"

"The people we sent out..." the subordinate kept his head down, his voice trembling, "We just got word, all the people we sent to kill Jack are dead, and they didn't even last a minute."

Everyone was stunned by this news, like a thunderclap exploding in their minds.

Those twenty people were top assassins carefully trained by the Morgan family, each battle-hardened with blood on their hands. They were completely wiped out in less than a minute?

Doesn't that mean whoever killed them was even stronger?!

At this thought, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

"That's impossible!"

Victor was also shocked by the news, staggering back two steps, his face becoming extremely grim.

At this moment, Morgan also walked over.

Victor quickly bowed, "Mr. Sanchez."

Morgan ignored him and walked up to the subordinate who brought the news, "What you just said is true?"

At this moment.

Morgan's expression could no longer be described as just grim.

"It's true. This message was personally sent by Blake Hernandez."

"Blake?" Morgan's pupils contracted sharply.

Blake wasn't just his friend, but his most important connection in the government, a high-ranking official in Viridis State's police force. For him to personally send back this message wasn't just about reporting deaths.

It was more like a warning.

Blake was using this method to tell Morgan: this Jack's background was unfathomably deep, even he could only stand aside and deliberately avoid involvement.

But...

Was that even possible?

Morgan looked at Bill in the coffin.

"Jack..."

He hissed the name through gritted teeth, his voice low, like a nightmare's roar.

"Mr. Sanchez..." Victor asked tremblingly, "I think we should just let this matter drop..."

Clearly he also understood Blake's meaning.

"Let it drop?"

Morgan laughed coldly.

Then his voice gradually became manic, finally turning into wild laughter—this laughter was desolate yet carried a kind of cold madness that made people's hair stand on end.

"I've dominated Viridis State for decades. I've always been the one pressuring others. When has anyone ever pressured me?"

Morgan suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his eyes carrying a kind of all-or-nothing madness.

"Pass my order!"

Morgan's voice instantly rose, carrying undeniable authority.

"Activate Level One Kill Order."

"Whether it's the dock union, casinos, underground banks, or bars—all forces belonging to my family, mobilize them all."

"Full deployment."

"Hunt down Jack at any cost. The killer gets a five million dollar reward!"

"I don't care who this Jack is. I want him to pay the price. I want everyone in Viridis State to understand that anyone who touches my people, no matter who they are, cannot escape my punishment!"

Morgan walked to the coffin, his trembling hand gently stroking Bill's cold face.

"Bill, my son, watch."

"I will definitely avenge you."

"Bill's burial is postponed to three days from now."

"Within three days, whoever brings me Jack's head will not only get the five million dollar reward, but I'll also promote them into the Imperial City Mafia headquarters. They might even become my successor in the future."

As soon as these words came out, many people present felt their hearts racing.

For a large enough reward, people will risk anything.

Even though they knew this Jack was no simple matter—even those twenty elite assassins had fallen to him—the conditions Morgan offered were too tempting.

Five million dollars aside.

Getting into the Imperial City Mafia headquarters was something these subordinates had dreamed of.

Under great rewards, there will be brave men.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly changed, from previous fear and oppression to a frenzy mixed with greed and restlessness.

Morgan watched all this, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight arc.

"Jack, whoever you are, this time, I'll make sure you die."