I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 496 - 115: Assassination

They dared not say anything; only those who keep their mouths shut can keep their lives in the hands of this irritable Patriarch.

But this time... maybe because the new product of the Huangxing Group is selling too well and has suppressed the family industry market, Springfield's mood was particularly bad, and these researchers who couldn't even fart made him feel agitated.

Thus, when the anger reached a certain level, Springfield collected all expressions and took out a delicate Fire Pattern Knife from his chest, aiming it at the researcher he found most displeasing.

But just as he was about to throw the blade, a large hand suddenly reached out from the shadow beside him and gently pressed down on his wrist.

The force was strong, at least enough that Springfield couldn't resist, but it was also gentle, without intending to hurt him at all.

Springfield was slightly stunned and wanted to get angry instinctively, but when he turned around and saw who it was, he deflated instantly.

The visitor was none other than his half-brother, the strongest of the Collection Clan, Galland Collection.

Springfield could be angry with anyone, but he couldn't bring himself to blame the brother who had always supported him.

If it weren't for his brother's efforts, becoming a Tier Four Apprentice Death God before the age of fifty and overpowering the old and young of the clan, what qualifications would he, a lame man with a broken leg, have to become the Patriarch?

"Sigh."

Springfield let out a sigh, glancing back at those researchers, the disappointment in his eyes undisguised.

"Why is big brother sighing?"

Galland cautiously helped Springfield sit on a chair and softly asked, "Is it still because of the Falling Floating Island incident?"

"Pretty much."

Springfield nodded, smiling bitterly: "I prided myself on being smart all my life, but I never predicted that the Floating Island would fall at such a critical moment."

"In this way, not only does the family need to bear the damage repair of the island, but even that little guy Mokaka successfully escaped, joined the election, and his support rate is so high, a full 5% higher than the Shen Ye we support."

"It seems that your brother is destined not to obtain that Remains to heal my broken leg..."

Hearing these words, Galland couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

When the Floating Island fell, if he could have arrived earlier and taken action before Jiang Wuji, exterminating Mokaka along with the Trauma Company group, his brother wouldn't have had such troubles.

Although Mokaka was probably also related to Jiang Wuji, the connection would not be as close as between him and Yun You, and might kill, Jiang Wuji wouldn't necessarily turn against him.

This might be the best solution.

Alas, a mistake is a mistake, there are no what-ifs in the world.

"But big brother... there is still something I don't understand."

After a moment of silence, Galland seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but ask: "Since the existence of the Remains can be confirmed, why not increase the support for Shen Ye? With the size of our Collection Clan, even if it's about throwing money at it, it should be able to push his support rate up, right?"

"No."

Springfield shook his head, saying in a deep voice: "You don't understand."

"Although the news of the Saint's Remains has spread among the upper-class nobles, most people believe that this is just an unverifiable rumor. Even if an investigation is necessary, much manpower and resources will not be wasted."

"In this case, I can barely rely on the 'leg treatment' reason to let the Collection Clan participate."

"But if we really take drastic measures and increase the search, that would be like telling those families watching us that the Saint's Remains really exist, and we have obtained definite information."

"This must not be done. The current situation is already chaotic enough. At least three forces are involved, including the 'Hero of Calamity' with unknown backgrounds. If we involve other families, our chances of winning will be further reduced."

"And don't forget..."

Springfield paused slightly, then said meaningfully: "The adult named Jing, is not even on the same level as us."

"If he wishes, Nest City would be overturned in an instant by him."

"The reason he still wants to play with us in the 'rules' is said to be because of an agreement with someone, unwilling to take action in Nest City, so he only sent his chief disciple to 'play' with us."

"Rules, at least the rules on the surface, we still need to abide by them."

"Then what should be done next?"

Galland scratched his head in confusion, and asked, "Big brother, are we just going to watch Mokaka win the election with our own eyes? Give up that Saint's Remains?"

"..."

Springfield remained silent, took a cigarette out of his pocket. After lighting it, he took a couple of puffs.

Amid the swirling smoke, a cold glint flashed in the Patriarch's eyes.

"Certainly not."

"Since Master Elrond wants to play with us in the rules, then let us send Mokaka to Hell without exceeding the rules."

Saying this, as if he had made some difficult decision, Springfield took out a document from his chest and handed it to Galland.

"The spy from Trauma Company brought back intelligence that until yesterday, Mokaka still hadn't woken up, remains in a coma, possibly due to some mental damage."

Springfield pointed at the document and explained: "The branch hospital of Trauma Company near the Desert Prison does not have the equipment to cure mental and brain damage, so they will transfer Mokaka from the branch to the headquarters in D District in three days."

"During this period, they will pass through a lawless area - the Steel Forest."

"It's a stretch of abandoned city hundreds of kilometers long, originally the old part of Nest City No. 3, but decades ago it turned into ruins in the corporate war."

"There, all the laws of Nest City cease to operate, which means... if we can seize the chance to eliminate Mokaka, even Master Elrond can't find any faults."

"Of course, this must be secret and quick, otherwise if it gets detected by Jiang Wuji and the others, we might end up in danger, so..."

Springfield patted Galland's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "I plan to have you lead the team, bringing ten Apprentice Death Gods and hacker snipers, to annihilate Mokaka and the vehicle within a short time!"

"Brother, you won't disappoint me, will you?"

Looking at his brother's expectant eyes, Galland's pupils shrank, and his brows slowly furrowed.

Though with his strength, destroying a Trauma Company convoy would be easy, no challenge at all.

But he still had some concerns.

The psychological trauma from Jiang Wuji was monumental; he knew he was no match for that guy.

If he encountered Jiang Wuji during the mission, wouldn't he be leading the family's assassins to their doom?

As a veteran Apprentice Death God, Galland wasn't afraid of death, but if it was too disgraceful, it was indeed unacceptable.

What's more... even assuming Jiang Wuji wasn't there, and they completed the mission successfully, can the Collection Clan really withstand Elrond Gold's potential wrath?

Galland was uncertain.

"Don't worry."

But Springfield was full of confidence.

"According to satellite images, Jiang Wuji left Nest City No. 3 a week ago, and although his whereabouts are unknown now, he's definitely not near the city."

"As long as you act quickly enough, there is no way Jiang Wuji could assist in time..."

"And those friends of Mokaka's... just Wu Ming, the chairman of Huangxing Group... hehe, only a minor Tier Two Apprentice Death God, she couldn't stop you."

"If she does show up, you only need to leave her alive."

"As for Elrond... there's no need to worry."

Springfield said, pointing above his head.

"Don't forget... we still have the support of 'the great lord.'"

"He and Master Jing are mortal enemies, if Jing acts, the great lord will definitely not sit idly by."

"I have already calculated everything, so just carry out the task!"

He laughed loudly, the arrogance of having everything under control in his tone.

"What Springfield Collection wants to achieve, must be achieved!"

"No one can stop my plan, no one has that qualification..."