Zilin sat on the porch, watching the red leaves and the sunset.

He had a round wooden tray on his hand, with a plate of exquisite desserts, a cup of steaming coffee, and a cell phone.

Was—was—

Suddenly, the phone started to vibrate.

Zilin picked up his cell phone leisurely, pressed the call button, put it in his ear and said, "Hey?"

"Mr. Zilin..." Olivia's voice sounded from the other end of the phone. At this time, her voice was completely different from when she was in a textile factory. She sounded shy and excited, "...it's me."

"I know." Zilin responded calmly.

"I...he...I'm..." Olivia said, making a strange, humming breathing sound, "Ha... I just want to tell you... the plan you taught me... Ha... Well... that... the layout is very...perfect..."

"In other words, is it successful?" Zilin continued.

"Hmm..." Olivia responded.

"Are you hurting yourself again?" Zilin asked calmly in his tone.

"Ha...ah~" Olivia moaned loudly at this time and replied, "Yes..." Her breath became heavy, "As soon as I hear your voice, Mr. Zilin...I...I will...ha...um..."

Although Zilin couldn't see it, he knew that Olivia was tearing and grasping his body with his hands at this moment.

He had seen Olivia do many things at a very close distance, such as tearing open the flesh on his collarbone with his fingers, scratching his thighs, biting his wrists and arms with his teeth, and whipping his back with a whip... In short, this woman likes to get pleasure and spiritual satisfaction by hurting herself.

"I have no intention of criticizing your hobbies, but for your health, I think you should stop this behavior." Zilin continued.

"Ha...but...I...I can't help it..." Olivia gasped, "Unless...unless, Lord Zilin, come and help me..."

"You look for someone else." Zilin rejected her without hesitation.

"How is this possible!" Olivia suddenly became a little excited, "Only you... Lord Zilin... well... is me... the only one... the only one..."

"I think you have some misunderstandings about our relationship." Zilin said, "Although we did have some pleasant time, I am not what you imagined..."

"Are you going to reject me?" In this second, Olivia's voice suddenly became violent. She interrupted Zilin and shouted, "I am the leader of Qianming now...you...even if you are Lord Zilin...if you dare to reject me..."

"Okay OK, don't be excited." Zilin didn't want to hear this pervert's meaningless intimidation. Of course, he was not a normal person himself, so he did not use the word "pervert" to say to the other party, "Anyway, the plan is very successful, right?"

"Well...yes..." Olivia calmed down a little and replied, "Everything is as you expected..."

"Yeah." Zilin replied, "That's good." He paused, "By the way, I'll stay in an Internet Ring Center in a few days. There is no way to bring a cell phone there, so you don't need to call. When I come out, I will contact you on my own initiative."

"What!" Olivia immediately gasped, "You...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you call me?"

"Ah..." Zilin replied, "Maybe I will come to find you in person, so... please bear with me during this period and wait for me to come."

"Um--" Then the other end of the phone made a strange sound as if a horse was stepped on by a kidney.

Zilin didn't say hello, and just hung up just after saying this.

"Hey hey..." As soon as he put down his phone, a bearded uncle standing against the pillar behind him said, "Is this really good for you kid?"

"What's wrong with me?" Zilin picked up a piece of snack and responded without looking back.

"As a man, how can you promise women something you don't plan to do at all?" The bearded voice and the way of speaking were as rough as his appearance.

"Don't worry, she will never know that I'm lying to her." Zilin put the snacks in his mouth, chewed them a few bites, and swallowed them with coffee. "She is almost dead, so let's be happy."

"Hmph..." Bearded and smiled, "Then you are really gentle..."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, while eating snacks, Zilin replied in an innocent tone, "I am very gentle to every woman I have used."

"Go..." Beard spat, took out a bottle of vodka from his top pocket, and took a bite, "You kid is simply a devil with pure appearance and clear eyes..."

"When it comes to the devil..." Zilin drank half a cup of coffee in one breath, "Since Olivia's phone call is coming, then the time is almost done..." He said, and picked up his cell phone again, "It's time to wake up a certain 'monster'."

…………

Twelve hours ago.

In a deserted church in Naples.

Gallo took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the only number stored in his cell phone.

"What's the matter?" Zilin also got straight to the point and asked three words after the phone call.

"I'm looking for you... of course I'm making a 'deal'." Gallo continued.

"What do you want?" Zilin asked.

"Can I ask you a question first?" Gallo said.

"You can ask, but I may not answer." Zilin said.

"Hmph..." Gallo snorted coldly, "Do you know the news that Jack Anderson returns to Crown County?"

"Don't you think this is nonsense?" Zilin asked back.

Yes, this is indeed nonsense, of course he knows.

"Ha... it's right, then I'll change my question." Gallo smiled, "Then... have you sold this news to others before our call?"

"Yes." Zilin replied calmly.

"That person...is it Olivia Ducho?" Gallo asked again.

"So what?" Zilin said, "I have many customers, but I never remember that I only serve someone or a certain party."

His response was basically equivalent to acquiescing Gallo's guess.

"But we should have an agreement..." Gallo said, "As long as it is a matter in Crown County, you should give me priority... and I have promised it again and again... As long as it is a deal proposed by Olivia, no matter what price she offers, I will pay double!"

Unexpectedly, Zilin's next sentence was: "She has slept with me."

"Well……"

If "fuck" is an adjective, it is very suitable to describe the expression on Galo's face in this second.

"Do you want to tell me how she slept with me? You, Gallo, also, should you accompany me?" Zilin's mockery followed closely.

Gallo would definitely not be able to take this, his momentum was immediately suppressed and said a little embarrassedly: "If you want a woman, I will naturally have a way to help you find it..."

"I don't need other men to find the woman I want." Zilin continued, "This topic ends here. Don't waste time. Say...what do you want?"

"What do I want?" Gallo sneered, "Hmph...you know what I want, don't you?" He paused, "I want Olivia to die! I also want to take back my...the name of the God of Killing from Jack Anderson!"

"Yes." Contrary to Galon's excited tone, Zilin's tone of answering was ordinary.

"What...what?" Gallo even doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

"I said yes." Zilin replied, "I can help you kill Olivia and let Jack fall into your territory."

Gallo's hands were trembling: "You...seriously?"

"Really." Zi Lin said.

Gallo thought for a while: "But you said just now...you and Olivia..."

"So what?" Zilin said.

Listening to the other party's tone, Galo was secretly amazed at Zilin's coldness, but he still calmed down on the surface and asked, "What price do you want for this transaction?"

"Just do one thing for me," Zilin replied.

"What to do?" Gallo was thinking about the same difficulty as "picking stars from the sky".

But I didn't expect...

"I'll send you an address later." What Zilin said was incredibly simple. "You send a subordinate to sneak into a community house and steal a mobile phone while trying not to disturb your neighbors."

"And what?" Gallo felt that things could not be that simple.

"Then, you go to the innermost factory of your textile factory, climb into the gap at the bottom of the huge antique textile machine, pry open a piece of floor, and hide your phone in..." Zilin replied.

"Just... do this?" Gallo asked suspiciously.

"What? Do you think it's too difficult?" Zilin said, "That's even..."

"No!" Gallo yelled as soon as he heard that the other party was about to change his mind, "I'll do it! Go and do it immediately!"

"Then... the deal is established." Zilin was still in a leisurely state. "As long as you get things done, within twelve hours, the Miss Olivia Ducho, the 'who you know', will die, and Mr. Jack Anderson, who you regard as your old enemy, will also come to your door automatically."

…………

Time, back to the present.

Although the city where Zilin is located is already dusk, it is almost noon in Europe.

In the sun, in the ruins of the textile factory.

Was—was—

Between the broken walls and the ruins, a vague vibration of the mobile phone was heard.

At the same time, a man slowly crawled out from under a pile of charred rubble.

He was almost covered in blood, but the redness of the blood had been completely covered by the black scorched marks, dust and dirt.

He originally had an ordinary face, but now, there is a scar on this face that was torn apart by a bomb shrapnel, slanting across the entire face.

Was—was—
To be continued...