Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 945 - 527

Chapter 945: 527

There were three people in the car in total, one driving and two sitting in the back.

After they arrived at their destination, one of the two in the back said to the other in a low voice,

"Look what they’re doing?"

Just as the man was about to get out of the car, the speaker chopped him in the neck, and he passed out inside the car.

They positioned the unconscious man in the car, then the driver and the other person got out and sneaked into the forest.

One of them looked around carefully and soon spotted the terrifyingly ominous high tomb.

Next to the tomb, there was a katana stuck in the ground, left behind by Elijah Hastings.

The person went back, pulled out the katana, quickly caught up with the other man, and approached the building.

At that moment, the President was still cursing loudly there, wishing a gruesome death upon those responsible for the act.

But the attendants were trembling with fear, knowing full well that the people capable of this could just as easily wipe them out.

They might have been fanatics, but they were not without brains and did not want to die in vain.

So one of them, who was a planted spy, stepped forward to persuade,

"President, since an incident has already occurred here, we should leave as soon as possible.

There’s a chance those villains could come back, especially since the fire has only just been extinguished..."

"No, no, no!" the President angrily retorted,

"If they come back, I will surely chop them into pieces!"

After much coaxing and analyzing the benefits, the President finally grasped the situation, hushed, and turned to leave.

The two men hiding in the bushes saw their opportunity and slowly followed those returning to the car.

"Should we strike?"

One of them asked softly.

"Let’s do it. Clearly, Ra has already discovered this place in advance and has done what we wanted to do. Keeping these trash around is pointless. Let’s add some fuel to that high tomb!"

The one holding the katana followed stealthily, grabbed the last man, covered his mouth and nose, then slashed with the knife, killing him.

Although the whole process was almost noiseless, the blood spurting from his neck was pungent.

One of the already spooked people ahead instinctively turned around, saw what was happening, and was about to scream, only to be silenced by a lightning-fast chop to the throat from another man following behind. The sound was cut off, producing a strange noise, and then his neck was twisted and broken.

Sensing the commotion, some people turned to fight back, while others, like startled rabbits, dashed towards what they thought was safety!

The two men faced seven or eight others without the slightest fear, every move precise and efficient.

Though the entourage guards were trained, they were no match for these two trained assassins; they barely drew their weapons before being cut down.

Especially when the other man seized a knife, what was already an uneven fight turned into a one-sided slaughter.

In less than 10 minutes, the attendants were cleanly slaughtered—with a considerable part of the time spent chasing down those who fled.

The man who first wielded Elijah Hastings’s katana pointed the tip at the President’s nose and coldly asked,

"Tell me, what ’President’ are you? Why are you here? Also, are there people behind the scenes manipulating things?"

Staring at the katana point in front of his nose, the President was so scared he almost peed himself, but he genuinely didn’t understand Chinese!

He blabbered for help, but to no avail, as the two men couldn’t understand him either.

The man who had seized the knife nudged the other,

"Let’s pull him into the car and wake up the Guide to question him clearly."

"That’s the only option now." said the other man, picking up the President and heading for the car while holding the katana.

The one in the back looked at the bodies on the ground, had an idea, and started chopping off their heads with the katana.

The man with the knife reached the Car and, finding the Guide still unconscious, dumped the President by the car, dragged the Guide down, and slapped him awake.

"Ask him his name, what he does, why he came here?"

The translator, having suffered a few times already, dared not play any tricks and obediently started to ask.

The President, looking at the bloody katana, nervously raised his head to look at the man and then lowered it, adopting a cooperative demeanor,

"My name is Matsui Kogorou, President of Nikkwa Corporation. I came here because I heard there was an Eminent Monk from the Buddhist faith..."

"Make him keep his head up while he speaks!" the man holding the katana harshly interrupted.

The translator dutifully relayed his words.

Matsui Kogorou reluctantly raised his head again to repeat his statement.

Before he could finish, he saw a flash of the blade, then felt severe pain in his eye, and suddenly he could no longer see out of his left eye!

The man sheathed his katana and said coldly,

"Lie again, and you’ll lose sight in both eyes!"

The translator saw the President stabbed in the left eye with the knife, and instead of feeling sympathy, he actually found it satisfying!

Hmph! This time it wasn’t just me suffering—these two were twisted! Even though they didn’t understand Japanese, they seemed to read minds. Any small intent in my translation was immediately punished!