The courtyard house was very large. At Huang Daowen's pace, it would take him at least a minute to walk from the courtyard to the south-facing side hall.

The cement plant is engulfed in flames, but this place is safe for the time being.

Having dealt with the phoenix's sneak attack, Huang Daowen believed that it would be difficult for anyone else to get close to this place.

The fact that he was able to kill Phoenix today, and also eliminate about twenty invisible assassins, gave him hope of defeating the Dragon Gang in the future.

He needed to send out this battle report as soon as possible, and through the Ephemeral Flower Society, he could reach the top echelons of the United States directly.

As for the henchmen and mercenaries in the cement plant, they were just cannon fodder.

With enough money, Huang Daowen could make a comeback and rebuild an even more powerful Liangyou within five years.

One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers; this is true on the battlefield, and it is also true in the assassin business!

......

Huang Daowen quickened his pace as he walked, his mind racing with thoughts.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in my ears.

He was so startled that he stopped in his tracks.

A faint groan came from behind, followed by a thud as someone fell to the ground.

"Afu?!"

Huang Daowen was shocked and suddenly turned his head, just in time to see Afu's strong body, and then he slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.

A pair of terrified eyes stared wide-eyed; a bullet hole was lodged in the center of his forehead, from which blood was gushing out...

"Who? Who fired the shot?!"

Huang Daowen panicked completely and shouted loudly.

Firstly, to bolster his own courage, and secondly, to attract the attention of his subordinates.

Things happened so fast, completely unexpectedly.

"Stop shouting, your person has already been sent to meet the King of Hell."

A sinister male voice echoed in the air, sounding particularly eerie in the thick darkness of the night.

"You...you are Dark Dragons? The Invisible Dark Dragons?"

Huang Daowen wasn't stupid; his heart sank, and he immediately understood who he was facing:

"Where's Phoenix? Is she still alive?"

A restlessness stirred in the air.

Huang Daowen cried out "Ouch!" as he was kicked in the left thigh and staggered back a few steps.

"Damn it! You dare curse our leader to die? You've got a death wish, haven't you?"

"Team leader, I think we should just shoot him dead. He's so annoying!"

"Iron Hammer, watch your temper. This isn't how an assassin behaves."

"Team leader, I just can't stand this jerk..."

"Okay, do you know who he is?"

"Who is it? A high-ranking official?"

"Yeah, more or less. He was my boss when I worked at Liangyou, Huang Daowen, the richest man in Indonesia!"

"So it was him! Then he deserves to be beaten even more. I'll give him another kick!"

Poor Huang Daowen cried out "Ouch!" again, as another footprint appeared on his right thigh.

"Stop messing around, Iron Hammer. Take a few men to meet the leader and tell him that all the obstacles have been cleared and Huang Daowen has been captured alive."

"Yes, team leader!"

"Pulley, take a few brothers and search separately to see if there are any survivors."

"receive!"

......

The leader of the Dark Dragon group arranged tasks methodically.

A voice occasionally answered in the darkness.

Huang Daowen, now fallen from grace, suddenly felt his hair stand on end, as if he were facing not people, but a group of ghosts and demons.

Are there too many oddballs like this under the Dragon Gang?

This is something no normal person could possibly overcome.

I, Huang Daowen, did not lose unjustly!

......

....................................

About ten minutes later.

A graceful figure walked in through the gate of the courtyard house.

Her tight black leather jacket and pants accentuated her curves beautifully.

The woman's pretty face still had some black ash and bloodstains, and she walked with a limp, as if her calf was injured.

"Boss, are you injured?"

The group leader asked with concern.

Unfortunately, Phoenix couldn't see his anxious expression.

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious. By the way, Seven Cuts, has Team Two arrived yet?"

Phoenix glanced at Huang Daowen, who looked rather disheveled, and deliberately ignored him.

"I contacted them before they came in. They just finished clearing the machine gun positions and should be here soon."

Group leader Qi Dao said:

"Boss, are you sure your injury is alright?"

Phoenix frowned and spat, "Get out of here! Stop being so fussy, you grown man!"

"I'll head over now... to get you some anti-inflammatory medicine, hehe..." Seven Knives chuckled foolishly.

Phoenix was a little speechless, so she had no choice but to turn her attention back to Huang Daowen.

Her intriguing gaze swept over the old man before her, and the admiration and fear she once felt for him vanished.

All that remained was contempt and deep hatred.

Even the Asian godfather of assassins is nothing special.

"Boss, we meet again."

Phoenix chuckled softly and said.

Phoenix, it's been a long time.

Huang Daowen's lips twitched, and his tone carried a hint of bitterness.

"It's been a long time. How is Mr. Huang doing?"

Phoenix was enjoying the feeling of being high above everyone else, and even started chatting casually with the enemy:

"I remember your blood pressure has always been a bit high..."

"Thank you for your concern. I'm taking my medication every day and it's under control," Huang Daowen said with a wry smile.

"Oh? You didn't have a stroke from anger when Blackman died?" Phoenix sneered.

Huang Daowen's expression changed, and he suppressed his anger, saying calmly, "Phoenix, why are you doing this?"

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