Zhou Ping'an silently assessed the depth of this city.

He looked down and pulled out his phone to check it.

The phone vibrated continuously, a series of transfer notifications appeared before his eyes.

Zhou Ping'an glanced at Roger, who was busy sweating profusely, with satisfaction.

He thought to himself, this tool is really useful.

In such a short time, his account at Minxi Bank had received a total of seven funds— the smallest being ten million and the largest being a hundred million. In total, that was four hundred and seventy million.

Skyhawk Currency.

'This is faster than robbing a bank, no, isn't this actually robbing a bank?' he thought.

Zhou Ping'an couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The exchange rate between Skyhawk Currency and Zhuxia currency was one to three on the international market the day before.

In other words, the sum of money he had just received, if calculated in Zhuxia currency, amounted to an astonishing over one billion and four hundred million.

Looking at this string of numbers.

Zhou Ping'an had a moment when his thoughts were shrouded in a daze.

He thought about how, a few months ago, he was still worried about his mother's medical expenses.

Borrowing from friends all over, he only managed to borrow thirty thousand yuan.

With a monthly salary of four thousand five hundred yuan, he thought about finding a part-time job after work, sleeping a little less, and trying to pay off the debt as soon as possible.

Even working day and night, he still couldn't afford his mother's expensive medical bills, and several times, Zhou Ping'an inadvertently saw his mother shedding tears under the covers...

He knew very well that his mother had actually given up on treatment a long time ago, fearing she would be a burden to him.

But not treating wasn't an option either, as she was afraid to leave a shadow in his heart...

So they just kept dragging it on.

A hero can be stumped by the lack of a single penny.

That's the truth.

Some always like to say that wealth is nothing but an external possession, that it's all nothing.

Wealth lost can be regained.

Having money is no big deal.

But Zhou Ping'an knew when you have no money, you're worse than a dog.

...

Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.

Zhou Ping'an shook his head to cast out some strange emotions directly from his heart.

"For the rich, this thing is really just a number. Now, not to mention my own daily expenses, even if I were to support several million or tens of millions of people for a year or two, I wouldn't worry about being unable to afford it."

With his normal expenses, even if he were to spend until the next generation, or the generation after that, or for ten generations, it would still be impossible to spend it all.

"Oh, my God!"

"It's frozen, all transfer channels of Sky Wolf Fund have been blocked, and next, we won't be able to benefit from them anymore."

Roger suddenly slapped his forehead hard.

He broke out into a string of curses.

Obviously, he felt that he was still too slow.

Not quicker than Johnson's moves.

"You mean, he's useless now."

Zhou Ping'an turned to look at Jeffery, who had been living in comfort, his hair neatly combed; in just this short time, the handsome chubby man seemed to have aged more than a decade.

"No, I'm very useful, I can help you guys with many things..."

Jeffery seemed to sense something and pleaded hoarsely.

Zhou Ping'an turned and walked downstairs.

Roger bit his lip, his eyes complicated, squinting at the several dozen people as he picked up the gun: "Buddy, if anyone's to blame, it's you guys for offending someone you shouldn't have. Who told you that you couldn't revoke that one billion bounty?"

Having said that, gunshots rang out.

"What's the matter, you, as an assassin, actually feel reluctance?"

Zhou Ping'an didn't look back and re-entered the elevator.

It was as if he had finished discussing business and was ready to return home, his face still relaxed, completely unprepared for the fact that he was surrounded by many enemies outside.

"It's not reluctance."

Roger fell silent for a moment, "It's just that I feel that revoking the ten billion bounty will probably be very, very difficult."

"How difficult can it be?"

Zhou Ping'an's eyes flashed coldly, and he scoffed, "Nothing is difficult in the world, for the Interested Party."

He reminded himself at all times that this was not his country, nor was he at fault to begin with.

Everything was solely for survival.

Murderers must pay with their lives, debts must be repaid.

Since the other party had activated the bounty and issued the task on the Dark Web, unless he died, it was an unsolvable knot.

You couldn't just sacrifice your life to fulfill someone else's task, could you?

Therefore, he had to be ruthless, slay gods if they blocked him, slay Buddhas if they barred his way.

No room for negotiation.

Roger laughed bitterly, "According to Jeffery, the initial ten billion bounty was directly entered into a separate special account and linked to the task.

No matter who it is, as long as the task is completed, present the evidence..."

At this point, Roger cautiously glanced at Zhou Ping'an; he couldn't be too explicit with his words.

To complete the task, naturally meant to kill Zhou Ping'an outright and to record a photo or a video. The most efficient method would be to cut off his head and record the process to upload to the Dark Web.

Then, the bounty money wouldn't require any extra operations and would automatically transfer to the account of the assassin who completed the task.

In a way, the procedure to transfer the funds had actually been finished.

Therefore, even if Jeffery personally intervened, he wouldn't be able to cancel it.

He didn't have that power.

"So, you mean, even if the [Sky Wolf Fund] was completely eradicated, the bounty would not be withdrawn, and assassins would still continue to rush forward relentlessly?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, that's exactly the case."

Roger responded in a low voice, with a hint of resignation.

"Even I can't think of any way to make the Dark Web call off this bounty..."

The expected burst of rage did not come.

Roger looked at Zhou Ping'an, puzzled.

To find that the acting boss still had a calm demeanor, with no change in his expression.

"Boss, aren't you worried?"

"Worried about what? It's not surprising that you can't think of any solutions, since your past experiences and identity have limited you. Even the smartest minds can struggle to think outside of their self-awareness."

"What do you mean?"

Roger was thoroughly confused.

He thought he understood.

Was this about him not having a high-enough status or a lofty enough position and thus having a narrow view?

As a hint of defiance began to rise in his heart, he heard Zhou Ping'an continue, "When we come across a difficult issue and can't think of a solution ourselves, don't worry about it. We should just throw the problem to those who can solve it."

"If you can't solve the problem, solve the person causing the problem?"

Roger had a sudden epiphany.

Yes.

Wasn't this the simplest way to solve a problem?

Sure enough, he had always prided himself on his intelligence and meticulous planning, but he had been blinded by the immediate problems at hand.

Still looking at the world with the perspective of the "Nightingale Team."

For the Nightingale Team, ranked seventy-ninth on the Black List, there were many people they couldn't afford to offend and things they couldn't manage to accomplish.

But for Zhou Ping'an, things were entirely different.

His combat power was multitudes higher, enough to disregard most forces in the world.

If the bounty on the Dark Web could not be withdrawn, then don't actively seek its removal. Instead, throw the problem over to those with the power and qualifications to withdraw it, and let them figure it out.

With one clear thought, everything became transparent.

"So, what follows is to crush our opponents until they're desperate. Start by taking out the [Sky Wolf Fund], then eradicate the Johnson Family, paralyze the banks, suppress the Proluo State officials, and force the Sky Hawk Alliance to crack down on the Dark Web... After that, what does a mere bounty amount to?"

Roger reasoned it out step by step, his eyes shining like two bulbs.

His breathing became rapid, his tone exceedingly fervent.

Looking at Zhou Ping'an, he seemed to behold a deity.

Yes.

He had that kind of strength.

"Exactly, that's the idea. By dealing with the person causing the problem, make others beg me to stop, and the problem will naturally be resolved like cutting through butter."

A cold murderous intent flashed in Zhou Ping'an's eyes.

He stepped out of the elevator on the first floor.

The lobby was completely empty.

But on the street in front of the building, vehicles were chaotically parked everywhere.

Peeking out from the rooftops, fronts, and rears of the cars were dark gun muzzles.

Ahead was a death trap.

"Quite the welcome party."

Zhou Ping'an signaled with his hand for Roger to stop moving forward, but he himself kept walking as if he didn't see the hundreds of special forces and police.

He knew that the opposition had not immediately attacked by guarding the elevator.

It wasn't because they couldn't deploy.

It was because they didn't want to exchange fire on the first floor of the Golden Light Building and damage the structure.

What could damage the structure?

Of course, it was bombs.

No sooner had Zhou Ping'an appeared at the entrance of the building and not even stepped down the stairs,

Gunfire erupted.

With hundreds of guns firing bullets at once, several dark figures whizzed through the air overhead.

Boom...

Giant bursts of flame swept in all directions.

The deafening explosions filled the air.

Smoke and black fog rose into the sky...

In this moment, everyone could neither hear nor see any figures.

Both the military and police, along with private soldiers and even onlookers hiding away, all watched as if in a silent movie, as a massive pit appeared in front of the building, seeing vehicles lifted by the hurricane force, pushed backwards.

At the same time, they saw the military and police nestled behind the cars, crowded and swarming like wheat, falling in swathes.

One moment ago, heads were surging everywhere.

Just a few blinks later, the crowd thinning out was visible.

In their ears, countless firecrackers seemed to explode at the same time, and amidst the popping and cracking noise, slivers of light scattered outward—those were fan-sprayed bullets.

A figure in a black trench coat, with windswept long hair, astonishingly conjured dozens of arms from the sides and front of their body.

Each arm was aiming, each moving.

Spewing fire simultaneously.

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