"What's the name of the Assassins Guild, Jinyu Mantang?"
After coming up with codenames for Mu Jinyu and the others, San Liu switched to another interface—it was the registration page for creating an assassin company. Then he asked Mu Jinyu.
"Yeah," Xiang Mantang replied.
But Mu Jinyu thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, that won't do. Ah-Xiang and I are too well-known; using this name directly would be too obvious. Let's pick something else."
"Yeah," Xiang Mantang responded again, without objection.
"Hmm..." Mu Jinyu frowned and thought, then his eyes lit up, "Hey, I've got it, how about Crazed Thunderbolt Dragon?"
Xiang Mantang: "..."
San Liu: "???"
San Liu looked at Mu Jinyu with a puzzled expression.
He really wanted to ask, what the hell kind of name is that?
It's even more ridiculous than your Unparalleled and Invincible codenames.
Even Xiang Mantang, who wasn't usually picky about names, seemed less than thrilled. His lips twitched a few times as he hesitantly said, "How about another one?"
"Isn't it nice?" Mu Jinyu turned to look at Xiang Mantang, a bit disappointed.
Xiang Mantang said in a deadpan manner, "It's pretty bad."
"Oh," Mu Jinyu let out a sound, thought it over—indeed it was a bit too juvenile—then glanced over at Xiang Mantang and San Liu, his eyes brightening again, "Then let's go with Six Disasters Canglong."
Compared to Crazed Thunderbolt Dragon, they could stomach the also somewhat juvenile Six Disasters Canglong.
Xiang Mantang hesitated before nodding, "Alright, let's settle on that one."
San Liu silently started registering their "Six Disasters Canglong" Assassins Guild.
And then he added the two assassins named "Unparalleled" and "Invincible" to it.
As for himself, naturally, he wasn't brazen enough to join.
Mu Jinyu observed that San Liu and Xiang Mantang still seemed a bit put out, so he said with some irritability, "Come on, what are you fussing about? What's wrong with that name? It's not much different from their 'Thunder God,' 'Absolute,' 'Dawn'"...
Xiang Mantang's expression returned to normal as he softly said, "We're not fussing. It's just this one time anyway; we're not really going into the assassin business."
"Yeah, right, stop fretting," Mu Jinyu chuckled.
San Liu quickly finished all the formalities for them and then asked Mu Jinyu if there was anything else.
Mu Jinyu said, "No, that's everything. If you've got things to do, you can go ahead."
"Alright," San Liu nodded, "then I'll take my leave first."
With that, San Liu left the room.
After speaking with Xiang Mantang for a bit more, he also excused himself, agreeing to meet again at dinner.
Time flew by, and three days passed.
The annual Slaughter Redemption blood fest finally commenced.
Mu Jinyu got up in the morning, had breakfast, and then rode the elevator down after San Liu took out a strange magnetic card and swiped it. The elevator began to descend slowly.
Soon, the elevator showed it had reached the basement second floor.
However, the elevator didn't stop there; it continued sinking downward.
Then, the display changed to "Third Layer."
This was a floor number that wasn't listed in the elevator's buttons.
It was the hotel's hidden level.
Ordinary guests who stayed at the hotel could never access this place if they didn't have the corresponding identity magnetic card.
"Ding."
The elevator door slid open, revealing a dark, deep corridor.
The passageway was narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side, and hanging on the walls were oil lamps emitting a greenish light.
It was like ghost fire.
"Doesn't this look less like an assassin organization holding a meeting, and more like the grand assembly of 'Fallen Splendor'?"
Mu Jinyu looked at the dim corridor and, though not scared enough to be horrified, also felt a bit uneasy, so he asked San Liu.
"It might just be for the atmosphere," San Liu said. "After all, even if the treatment for modern assassins is good, they ultimately can't escape belonging to the rats hiding in dark corners."
"Hmm, lead the way."
Mu Jinyu, seeing the elevator behind him ascending, didn't ponder further and spoke to San Liu.
"Follow me."
San Liu called out, knowing that Mu Jinyu still didn't trust him completely, so he walked ahead, leading them further inside.
They walked for about a minute.
Then, they left the dark corridor behind, and during this time, none of the traps Mu Jinyu had worried about appeared.
When they reached the end of the corridor, they were facing a heavy door, which San Liu pulled open, and suddenly, the view widened.
A very large banquet hall appeared, with several crystal chandeliers hanging high overhead, illuminating the entire hall clearly, without a hint of the previous corridor's gloom and chill.
In the spacious hall, right at the center, a stage two meters high and thirty meters in length and width was set up, covered with a red cloth.
Many people had already arrived in the hall, with different skin colors, men and women, old and young, among them a small boy and girl who looked to be seven or eight years old.
Mu Jinyu stood at the doorway, watching this scene, and found it rather odd.
It was as if they weren't here to attend the Slaughter Redemption's bloody feast, but an upper-class society's evening party.
These people didn't resemble killers hiding in dark corners, ready to strike their targets with a deadly blow, but rather socialites and corporate executives.
As San Liu and the others entered, the crowd, hearing the noise, turned their gazes their way.
Some glanced at them once, saw that their faces were unfamiliar, and let go of any thought of coming over to greet them.
These people belonged to third-tier, second-tier assassin organizations, and had no chance to witness the scene where Mu Jinyu and his group had a conflict with the "Thunder God" guild on the eighty-eighth floor, naturally they didn't pay much attention.
As for the first-tier assassins, they recognized the three of them, and a look of wariness suddenly flashed in their eyes, ceasing their conversations.
But they too had no thoughts of coming over to greet Mu Jinyu.
Aside from being unfamiliar with him, Mu Jinyu's arrogant attitude from the other day also left a sour taste in their mouths.
And while some people did think Mu Jinyu and his group might be super first-line assassins, they also believed that they, as first-line assassins, were not too far behind in strength, and so felt no need to approach and ingratiate themselves with them.
Instead, a little boy, slightly over a meter tall, upon seeing Mu Jinyu and his group, revealed a peculiar smile on his face, his eyes twinkled a few times, and without talking to the others around him, he took the initiative to walk towards Mu Jinyu and his group.
"Are you the three assassins who had that big fight the other day?"
The boy approached and spoke, his voice sounding harsh, like a drake's.
He had arrived in the past two days and hadn't seen what Mu Jinyu and his group looked like, but he was quite interested in the ones who had handled the "Thunder God" guild leader with such efficiency.
Therefore, he came over to inquire.
"You're not super first-line assassins; you must be newcomers who have joined the organization, right? Being able to defeat the 'Thunder God's' guild leader suggests you're quite skilled. Have you joined the guild? If not, would you like to join my 'Desolation'?"
This boy, among the first-tier assassins, had quite the influence and knew all the super first-line assassins except for Nameless, so upon seeing Mu Jinyu and his two companions, he knew they were not super first-line assassins, but newcomers.
Considering their feats, he felt a desire to recruit talent and wanted to bring them under his wing.
Mu Jinyu, upon hearing the boy's call, felt his voice was extremely unpleasant. He took a closer look and noticed the boy's poor complexion, immediately realizing that the boy was not a real child, but a dwarf.
"Shut up, your voice is very unpleasant!"