This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 134 - The Most Important Thing

Chapter 134 -134 The Most Important Thing

11 PM, Lester’s Zio clothing store.

The store door was already closed, and only Lester and Chen Ke were inside, sitting in the tailoring room behind the storefront, discussing something.

Chen Ke sat at the table, resting his chin in his right hand, frowning as he watched the busy Lester.

Lester was in a good mood; he had made two cups of instant coffee for himself and Chen Ke and passed the red mugs over.

“Lester, what’s the story with those three people?” Chen Ke asked, placing the mug on the table.

A professional assassin shouldn’t ask too many questions, but the circumstances of these three people exceeded the scope of a regular assassination mission.

The first target, having gone through something unknown, had reached the brink of mental collapse before death, and Chen Ke had felt intense murderous intent, although for some unknown reason it had vanished without a trace, but the situation at that time was definitely not something ordinary assassins could handle.

The third target was a mutated individual, possessing strong transcendent powers, and could even release memes to actively interfere with those pursuing him.

It could be said that, except for the second target, the missions should have sent spiritual ability killers for assassination.

Of course, Chen Ke wouldn’t tell Lester that he could use Spiritual Energy in another way; he concocted some stories, covered up some details, and lightly passed over these three assassination missions.

But the memes from the third target had affected Lester too, just giving Chen Ke the chance to bring matters to the table.

“They all involve transcendent matters, I’ve told you before, but I didn’t anticipate things would get this complicated,” Lester said, sitting across from Chen Ke, both hands clutching the mug.

The aroma of coffee lingered, but Chen Ke had no interest in sipping it.

“Lester, I’m already on board, you can’t keep hiding things like this,” Chen Ke said with a smile.

Chen Ke’s point was clear; behind Lester’s thread there must be a tangled web of powerful forces, and these three assassination missions were definitely not Lester’s own doing; he might just be a middleman.

Chen Ke was unaware if Lester had other assassins under his command, perhaps his friend—the previous owner of the suit—had once been his partner.

The fact that Lester didn’t use his own people for these three missions but instead assigned them to Chen Ke was logically indefensible.

Chen Ke guessed that there were two possibilities for Lester’s actions.

First, Lester had no one else left, and Chen Ke had appeared just in time, so Lester was willing to take a huge risk.

Second, these were missions meant to send someone to their death, and he didn’t want to ruin his own forces, and it just so happened that Chen Ke showed up, so…

He wanted to delve a bit deeper into these matters before he had a definite understanding of his own life countdown; perhaps by getting involved with these transcendent matters, he could find an answer.

Chen Ke was unclear what exactly the life countdown entailed; previously, he had placed all his hopes on Pankia.

Finding him was supposed to provide the answer, this was his wishful thinking, and at that time, that was all he could hope for.

Of course, Chen Ke had also prepared for the worst—what if the countdown had nothing to do with Si’s consortium?

Then he could only rely on Lester’s thread.

This was a world filled with spiritual energy, mutated entities, the Great Void, and other strange things, but as an ordinary person, there was no chance to access more information.

Take Chen Ke himself, up till now, he still hadn’t figured out exactly what the six categories and eighteen types of spiritual energy were.

Many pieces of information could never be found via search engines.

If you’re not at that level, not in that position, many pieces of common knowledge that are routine for Superiors might, to you, be profound secrets.

“Yes, I’ve said before, I’m willing to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with you, right?” Lester said with a smile, sipping his coffee.

Lester had indeed hinted at that when he had approached him.

“When the time is right, I’ll tell you everything, but not tonight,” Lester added.

Chen Ke knew what Lester meant; his employer was likely very complex. The third target had mentioned companies, Yasla, and the Administration Bureau seemed to be after him… was there also a Spiritual Ability Research Institute?

“Lester, tonight can you at least tell me, whose side are you really on?” Chen Ke stared at Lester.

Lester paused for a moment, pushing up his glasses.

“Chen Ke, I really can’t tell you now, if I do, either you must join or you must die,” Lester said.

Here we go again.

The source of this c𝐨ntent is freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

Chen Ke sighed. Given how the conversation had gone, he couldn’t press further.

“Alright, then let’s talk about money,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I can transfer 150,000 union coins to you right now, as we agreed beforehand. Additionally, there will be a thirty percent dividend later,” Lester replied briskly.

Chen Ke’s phone suddenly vibrated. He pulled it out and saw a notification for a deposit to his offshore account. He had given Lester the account details beforehand, but he hadn’t expected such efficiency.

The transfer definitely wasn’t made by Lester since he hadn’t even touched his phone. 150,000 union coins was a significant sum, and the fact that it was transferred so promptly right after a conversation implied that the forces behind Lester were not something a small gang could compare with.

“This 150,000 is just a part of the payment. The dividend is quite substantial, so it might only arrive tomorrow,” Lester said with a smile.

How much could a thirty percent dividend be? And why was there a dividend for an assassination job? Chen Ke had never asked this question, fearing Lester might think him unprofessional.

He nodded, suppressing the thrill inside of him, and pocketed his phone.

“That’s all for tonight, Chen Ke. I think, from now on, our contacts will mostly be about the suit business,” Lester said, crossing his hands and smiling.

“I’ll be coming to see you quite frequently,” Chen Ke replied, smiling.

They raised their coffees, clinked them together, and downed them in one go.

“Damn, that’s hot…”

…

Chen Ke left the mutated suit with Lester for some alterations and donned a new gray suit, also picking up a couple of pairs of brown leather shoes.

By the time he returned home, it was 1 AM. Wearing his robe, he sat on his bed, his eyes catching the weak white halo flickering around Lin Mo’s soul.

Every time he carried out an assassination or faced off against professional assassins, Lin Mo’s soul would awaken, allowing him entrance into its memories.

On one hand, this allowed Chen Ke to better understand Lin Mo, and on the other, it let him foresee certain things.

Regretfully, Chen Ke had botched it three times, wasting three opportunities.

The transaction in Memory Sequence 0 wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed. The deal between Yasla and Si’s consortium was inherently odd—the consortium believed they were trading a Holy Diamond, but on Yasla’s end, it seemed clear they were buying a severed hand…

Hainerd had an undeniable connection to this transaction. However, Chen Ke had never met Hainerd, so he had no idea where Hainerd had been at the time.

Also, on the day of the transaction, a large group of white-clothed mutated individuals would attack, and their strength was formidable.

This time, Chen Ke didn’t rush into the memory. Instead, he detailed on a piece of paper the conditions that led to a synchronization failure.

1. Laven and Miles are dead

2. The hand in the box is seen by someone from Si’s consortium

Besides these, there were other scenarios that wouldn’t cause an immediate loss of synchronization but weren’t supposed to happen in the memory, either.

For instance, direct contact between Lin Mo and the consortium’s trader.

Perhaps the situation wasn’t as Chen Ke had imagined. Maybe the transaction didn’t succeed? Maybe a commotion really did occur, but Lin Mo and the others didn’t intervene?

He pinched his eyebrows, feeling that Lin Mo’s Transcendent Skill was the most crucial breakthrough. Maybe he didn’t need to act alongside Laven and Miles at all. Maybe he shouldn’t be concerned about the transaction from that day?

After all, this was Lin Mo’s memory. For Lin Mo, the most important thing about the memory wasn’t the transaction itself, but something that had happened on the day of the transaction!

What exactly had happened that day? Chen Ke was eager to find the answer.

“One more time, we can definitely succeed,” Chen Ke muttered to himself.

He took a deep breath, furrowed his brow, and entered the memory once more!