This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 286: A Tangled Mess

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: A Tangled Mess

Chen Ke keyed in Wang Ailin’s number on his phone, he decided to contact the girl first, although he did not have much hope for her, but knowing someone from the Spiritual Ability Research Institute was a good thing.

Just as he was about to press the dial button, Chen Ke’s mobile phone displayed an incoming call screen with an unfamiliar number.

Chen Ke had received too many calls from unfamiliar numbers, which was completely opposite to the situation when he was in his home country before the transference; not a single call was a sales pitch, and all of them had come from very important people.

He answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"..."

The caller was silent for a full 7 seconds.

He did not think it was a prank call. The caller was probably waiting for the other side to speak first before deciding whether to respond or not, an indication of a very cautious person.

"Whoever you are, if you do not make a sound in 1 second, I am blacklisting you," Chen Ke spoke sternly, he really did not appreciate anyone probing or testing him.

"Mr. Chen Ke, it appears you have little patience," the voice on the other end was a steady male voice.

"I reserve my patience for my friends," Chen Ke said.

"The same goes for me. In this regard, we are quite similar," the other side said.

"Who are you? How did you get my number?" Chen Ke asked.

"That’s not the point, Chen Ke. Next, I ask, you answer, do not interrupt, do not talk nonsense, understand?" the other side said.

"I feel like hanging up right now because your attitude irritates me greatly," Chen Ke responded coldly.

"As you wish. I can find someone else, but before you hang up the phone, let me tell you that Lester’s body was disposed of very well, the County Police have been squared away too, and the incident is as if it never happened. If you decide to hang up now, Chen Ke, this is my final gift to you, cleaning up that mess for you, but from this point on I will not contact you again," the caller said.

Chen Ke was astonished.

Lester had been killed by Bader in his own clothing store, an event that happened two weeks prior.

Because Chen Ke was also there, he had fought a fierce battle with Bader and eventually killed him, but unfortunately, the County Police had arrived due to the disturbance, and Chen Ke had been forced to enter Fan Hede.

"Are you...Lester’s boss?" Chen Ke asked.

"Stop wasting time. I’m going to ask you three questions next. You only need to reply ’yes’ or ’no.’ Do you understand?" the caller said.

"...Hmph..." Chen Ke grunted.

"I’ll take that as you do understand. First question, do you want to know the meaning behind the assassination missions you have been assigned recently?" the caller asked.

"Yes," Chen Ke said.

The caller was dead serious, seemingly ready to get straight to the point and tell him everything, and the more he knew, the more dangerous it would be... The caller’s price must be steep.

"Second question, do you want to know who we really are and who we are up against?" the caller inquired.

"Yes..." Chen Ke replied.

"Very good, Chen Ke, very good. Third question, are you willing to pull the trigger for me, killing whoever I say?" the caller questioned.

Chen Ke hesitated for a moment.

He did not want to become an executioner, did not want to kill meaninglessly; it wasn’t something he was born to enjoy. Suddenly, Chen Ke felt terrible. He did not like the life he was living now.

"You are hesitating, Chen Ke. Can I take that as a ’no’?" the caller probed.

"I don’t want to kill without reason; I’ll make my own judgements about who should be killed and who should not," Chen Ke replied.

"For an assassin... that’s a very interesting answer," the caller chuckled.

Chen Ke was endowed with killing skills, but he was not a born assassin and had grown tired of doing others’ dirty work. Now, with a plethora of souls in hand, An Helei’s soul could add 100 hours to his lifespan limit each time, giving him the confidence to refuse meaningless slaughter.

"We’re at an impasse, right?" Chen Ke said.

"That’s correct, but I truly believe you should consider it. This world is incredibly bizarre, and I can open the door for you to explore the unknown. For the sake of that ticket, are you willing to pull the trigger?" the other party asked.

Once again, Chen Ke hesitated, his left fist clenched, his knuckles turning white.

Lester was dead, Wang Ailin’s status unknown, and Diana wouldn’t be able to help for a while. Now, this man was probably his quickest and most stable opportunity to get in touch with the Transcendent realm.

"Have you decided?" the other party asked.

"You’ve convinced me. What’s your name? How should I address you?" Chen Ke asked.

"Good, I’m glad we could reach an agreement. As long as you can set aside your conscience, Chen Ke, all the answers to the world’s problems will be within easy reach. It’s not very wise to discuss this over the phone. I have an excellent place. Today, at 4 PM, on Raffi Road, in front of the black Rolls-Royce at the entrance to Bozi Bar, with license plate ending in 666. I’ll wait for you for 5 minutes." the other party said.

"Four hours left," Chen Ke checked the time; it was 12 PM.

"Remember, I don’t like people who are late." The man chuckled and hung up the phone.

Chen Ke put down his phone and sighed. It looked like he would still have to kill for money for a while... If he wasn’t careful, whether he could safely extricate himself from this life was a question. Very few assassins met a good end; the endings of movie assassins were rarely pleasant.

He first took a shower in peace, washing off the grease, sweat, and bloodstains from his body and shaved his beard, then changed his clothes and left the bathroom.

Coincidentally, Lewis and Rama had just come back, too; they had gone out to eat.

"Chen Ke! You’re finally back! We’ve been looking for you all this while... um, looking for you," Rama said.

"It looks like with or without me, you guys can lead a pretty carefree life." Chen Ke shrugged, noticing a grain of rice on the corner of Rama’s mouth.

"No big deal, Chen Ke, it’s just that we didn’t have a way to contact you, and you left so suddenly... and for quite a while," Lewis said.

"Yeah... I know, I know... By the way! Where’s Sleery?" Chen Ke suddenly remembered.

"She... left," Rama replied.

"Left?" Chen Ke was puzzled.

"Yeah, she said she was going to find her father and left on her own," Rama said.

Chen Ke didn’t think too much about it. Sleery’s matter was an interlude; Pankia was now far from Opportunity City, she might have been frightened by the fact that he could resurrect people. Without leaving even a text or calling, she had left, which was probably for the best.

"Okay, what was her condition when she left?" Chen Ke asked.

"That girl was pretty durable; she was able to get out of bed in a week, asked us for the card, and then left. Chen Ke, we couldn’t stop her," Lewis said.

"There’s no need to keep her, let it be then..." Chen Ke said. He had plenty of things to worry about, and Sleery being able to leave on her own was a help.

"So what are we... doing now?" Rama asked.

"Listen, I have to go out and take care of some business now, you guys..." Chen Ke started.

"Wait... you’re going again? You just got back how long ago?" Lewis spread his hands.

"I’m always busy, but you guys aren’t children, right? Keep a low profile and live more Zen-like. Wait until I find a cure for Ashen Syndrome, understand?" Chen Ke said.

The two nodded.

Chen Ke also nodded, and at that moment his phone vibrated again. He picked it up and saw it was a text message.

"Your account xxxx has received a deposit of 120,000 union coins..."

It was a transaction received in his offshore account, 120,000 union coins, likely his share from a bank robbery. They must have taken 2 million out... after splitting among several people, each person only got 120,000.

Another message came in, sent by Pihom: "Come to the gun shop."