This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 290: The Fourth Organization

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: The Fourth Organization

Li Moyang poured Chen Ke another glass of wine and pushed the glass in front of him.

Chen Ke picked up the glass and looked at Li Moyang before taking a sip.

"That’s right; that’s how it should be," Li Moyang said with a smile.

"It seems that you are well-informed about my affairs, so why don’t we get straight to the point?" Chen Ke set down his glass, the crimson liquid swirling inside.

"I don’t mind telling you first about the backgrounds of the four people who died by your hand before. It’s good for you to understand where you really stand," Li Moyang declared.

He leaned back in his chair and picked up a kraft paper envelope from a nearby seat, placing it on the small board and sliding it across to Chen Ke.

Chen Ke opened the envelope; inside were four photographs, each showing a different person—or rather, a corpse...

The first photograph showed someone who had died from a fall, covered with a white cloth by the county police.

In the second photograph, the figure lay dead in a study room, a few men in black suits clearing the scene, the body laid out on a stretcher, its face covered with white cloth.

The third photo didn’t show a person, just bloodstains on the ground, and the setting indicated that it must have been inside a hotel.

The person in the fourth photograph had died not long ago, with bullet holes in his chest and forehead, and a pool of blood staining the floor behind him.

Chen Ke recognized them, of course; they were all his handiwork, targets of the assassination missions given to him by Lester.

"I have to tell you first, Chen Ke, that these four, along with two others you haven’t had the chance to deal with, are not all cut from the same cloth," Li Moyang said slowly.

Chen Ke looked at the photographs with furrowed brows. According to Li Moyang, these six targets belonged to different factions, and the relationships they entailed might be even more complex than they appeared.

"Lester is a two-faced bastard, but he didn’t realize whom he had crossed. The powers behind these six targets are tied to three factions. Two of them are my spiritual energy business agents in the Federation, and one has already died by your hand," Li Moyang said.

Chen Ke was inadvertently wrecking Li Moyang’s business, yet Li Moyang wasn’t particularly angry.

"So, Lester is like an assassin broker, providing services to all sorts of people. At first, I thought he had a fixed employer behind him," Chen Ke tossed the photographs back onto the small board.

"In fact, that’s exactly what he tells his clients. I’m curious to know, how much did he pay you?" Li Moyang asked with a smile.

"1.5 million," Chen Ke replied.

"That seems fair, yet for the price on the heads you’ve been assassinating, 1.5 million is too low," Li Moyang commented.

Chen Ke sat with hands clasped together and looked at Li Moyang, his eyes tinged with a hint of grievance. But now, the focus wasn’t on the money; it was about who these factional organizations really were.

"Tell me, who are these six people working for?" Chen Ke asked.

"You should already be aware of two of them and have clashed with them," Li Moyang said as he slid another photo across to Chen Ke.

"Do you remember the one you killed in the villa? His name was Punkser; he was my first step in infiltrating the spiritual energy business of the Federation. Initially, he was with the company, but later he became my informant," Li Moyang narrated.

The company... a secret society comprised of several spiritual energy conglomerates within the Federation—Chen Ke had heard of them. At the docks, a dying man had revealed to him that the company’s goal was to create gods.

"The other target, one you haven’t had the chance to touch, is also one of my informants but not from the company," Li Moyang continued.

"She...?" Chen Ke noticed Li Moyang’s reference to the other person as "she" rather than "he."

"Yes, she’s a woman with dual identities as both supermodel and entrepreneur. If I hadn’t called you, she would’ve been killed within the week," Li Moyang stated.

"It seems you’re not angry," Chen Ke observed.

"I don’t hold a grudge against the uninformed. The guilty have their own debts; those who had to pay the price have paid it, though not by my hand," Li Moyang explained.

"That clarifies it. In addition to the company, a conglomerate of Federation spiritual energy magnates and your consortium, there’s another organization in the background. I guess the third one is Yasla," Chen Ke speculated.

"Correct, you’ve dealt with them and now know what Yasla’s people are like, don’t you?" Li Moyang smiled.

"They are a bunch of freaks..." Chen Ke said.

"Disgusting and troublesome. The one who jumped off the roof was working for Yasla. I tried to warn him, but to no avail, so he had to be removed," Li Moyang stated.

"What about the others... what were they all doing?" Chen Ke inquired.

"The one who died in the hotel, leaving blood everywhere, was originally following the company’s orders. Later, he received quite a few benefits from Yasla and sought to break free from the company’s control. Consequently, that job, along with those of Punkser and the supermodel, were all commissioned by the company. Their goal was simple: to eliminate traitors and targets harmful to themselves," Li Moyang articulated.

Chen Ke nodded.

"Yasla only wanted one person dead, this guy," Li Moyang pulled out a photograph from his pocket and slid it in front of Chen Ke.

He was a fat Black man, suited up, with a broad face full of flush, berating someone who was hung up in the factory.

Chen Ke had seen this photograph before; Lester had shown it to him.

"The person being hung up is a messenger from Yasla. Unfortunately, he ended up in the hands of the Spiritual Ability Administration. Do you know, this is Sergey, a well-known interrogation expert in the Administration Bureau. He’s always been investigating Yasla’s affairs," Li Moyang said.

Chen Ke was startled, he had always assumed this Black man was trouble, not realizing he actually belonged to the Spiritual Ability Administration... One should not judge a book by its cover, Chen Ke profoundly understood the meaning of "Don’t judge a person by appearance."

"Do you know the goals of Yasla and the corporation?" Chen Ke asked.

The corporation wanted to play god, while Yasla sought the green Holy Diamond—how these two aims related, Chen Ke did not know yet. But he understood at least one thing: the corporation must also be aware of the green Holy Diamond’s value and was gathering it too.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chen Ke. I’m just doing this to do business, nothing more," Li Moyang laughed.

"Stop kidding, you’re taking on these two behemoths and you’re telling me it’s just for business?" Chen Ke said.

"Yes, just for business," Li Moyang laughed.

His smile was meaningful, Chen Ke understood that Li Moyang did not want to reveal the truth to him. Right now, in the eyes of Li Moyang, he was just a tool, a fairly useful tool at that.

Right now, Li Moyang was willing to divulge just enough information to help Chen Ke clarify friends from foes, to better execute his tasks in the upcoming actions and to achieve Li Moyang’s own goals.

As for the rest, things unrelated to the mission, Li Moyang did not wish to tell him.

"When it comes down to it, you’ve told me things I already knew," Chen Ke somewhat dissatisfied, said.

Whether it was the corporation or Yasla, Chen Ke had already clashed with them. The newly emerged Li Moyang faction could be considered an extension of Lester’s.

On the contrary, the fourth target he assassinated, the professor claiming to work for a foundation, still shrouded in fog.

"Before this you didn’t understand the stakes of these organizations. Now I can clearly tell you, the corporation is not monolithic—some consortia want out, others are trying to score benefits, and Yasla, what they want conflicts with the corporation’s goals—the currently stable situation won’t last long," Li Moyang said.

"What they want has nothing to do with me, you should know what I want," Chen Ke said in a serious tone.

"I know... like those lost lambs, you seek a way to become a wolf... That’s a road of no return, Chen Ke. How does the saying go? When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you... But I have no personal ties to you. Whatever you want, I’ll give you, and whatever happens to you in the end is none of my concern," Li Moyang said.

"That’s best, business is business, no need for you to worry about me," Chen Ke said.

"As long as you’re capable enough, I’ll let you reach the level you aim to," Li Moyang nodded.

"Fine, then tell me, whom do you want me to kill?" Chen Ke got straight to the point.

"Within a week, I want to see Corrigan, the founder of Si’s Consortium, in the obituary section of the news," Li Moyang said.

Chen Ke inhaled deeply as he looked out of the car window, picked up his wine glass, and drained the red wine in one gulp.

"I know you can do it," Li Moyang said.

"You have my number," Chen Ke said.

Li Moyang looked at him, his gaze seemingly carrying an additional meaning. Yet Chen Ke did not understand the significance of that look; he only saw Li Moyang clap his hands as the bald man standing outside opened the car door.

Chen Ke knew it was time to leave; he got out of the car, glanced back at the bald man who nodded and smiled at him, returning the gun to Chen Ke before entering the car and shutting the door.

Li Moyang rolled down the window, took a look at Chen Ke, and suddenly spoke a sentence in Chinese.

"The Divine Descent Sect is watching you."

Chen Ke was taken aback.

What did that mean?

"What?" Chen Ke also replied in Chinese.

But Li Moyang didn’t answer, rolling up the window as the car slowly started.

"Divine Descent Sect...?" Chen Ke furrowed his brows, staring at the receding stretch limousine, muttering to himself.

Meanwhile, inside the limousine, Li Moyang sat thoughtfully.

"What did you just say to him?" the bald man asked with a frown.

"I wished him luck in our hometown dialect, it’s a custom of us Fei Huang people," Li Moyang said.

"Hope he really does strike it lucky," the bald man laughed with a meaningful air.

Li Moyang closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, no longer paying attention to the bald man.