While Meng Ran was investigating Blackwater Security Company, Blackwater Security Company was also fully investigating the Evil Ghost.
In the dimly lit conference room, smoke swirled, and the projector continuously displayed information about the Evil Ghost, the red glow from cigarette butts flickering, occasionally illuminating the tightly furrowed brows of the people behind.
"It seems we underestimated the Evil Ghost's strength."
"Those two C-class operatives are missing, and the chips in their brains show they self-destructed."
A middle-aged man took a puff from his cigar, rubbed his Bald Man, and said to another person with a grim expression.
Hearing his words, the somewhat gaunt man opposite also extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said in a deep voice, "This business can't end like this. Send a B-class team. We must eliminate this Evil Ghost."
"Tell Bob that we will take care of this Evil Ghost, and this business will continue, but the price will be different."
The gaunt man then said to the person standing behind him.
The man behind him responded in a deep voice, "Yes!"
Then he exited the conference room.
The Bald Man, hearing the gaunt man's arrangements, reminded him, "Saike, boss, all our B-class teams are currently on missions."
Saike looked at the man upon hearing this, then lit another cigarette.
He took a puff and said, "Landu, you arrange these matters. See which team's mission is nearing completion, urge them to speed up, and tell them their bonus will be doubled."
Landu stood up straight and said seriously, "Then I will go arrange it now. B5 team should be free soon."
Saike nodded in satisfaction, then remembered something, "Oh, right, a new batch of recruits arrived this year. You arrange them. I hope these guys aren't defective products from the Cradle."
"That's all for now. Go arrange it as soon as possible."
Landu also nodded, then turned and exited the conference room.
In the large conference room, only Saike remained, narrowing his eyes in thought.
His deep eyes seemed to be looking nowhere in particular, only revealing a faint sense of reminiscence.
"One day I will return to the Monster," Saike murmured softly, as if speaking to himself.
After speaking, he withdrew his thoughts and extinguished the cigarette in his mouth on the table.
Meng Ran did not know that Blackwater had also formulated a plan to deal with him, just waiting for the opportunity.
Meng Ran was making preparations; tonight he would implement the first and most crucial step of the Crocodile Gang's annihilation plan: controlling a puppet.
Meng Ran analyzed all the information on the existing Crocodile Gang leaders and chose a suitable target - Sith Flynn.
He was the most trusted leader by Bob, a very rule-abiding man who never caused trouble and always followed Bob's orders.
Therefore, Sith was also the strongest among the old brothers, because he was loyal enough to Bob.
Despite Sith having become a black market giant with immense power, he still respected and obeyed Bob as before; this had never changed over the years.
This man was simply the perfect puppet for Meng Ran: trusted by Bob, capable of controlling the situation after Bob's death, and possessing considerable strength to suppress the restless other old brothers—though Meng Ran might still need to exert some effort in that regard.
Having planned his route, Meng Ran set off for Sith's residence.
These past few days, Sith had also been living in fear in his villa; ever since receiving that video, he had been constantly anxious, even though the boss was confident that the Evil Ghost would be dealt with quickly.
But after the tragic deaths of Bill and Ur, despite the boss's assurance, Sith was still somewhat uneasy.
He originally had no great ambitions; joining the Crocodile Gang with Bob was simply out of desperation.
Young at the time, he had already been married once, but he was neither ambitious nor good with money, and quickly ruined his family, leading his wife to leave him.
When Sith joined the Crocodile Gang with Bob, he hadn't eaten for two days; before that, he spent his days scavenging and wandering, saving a little money only to gamble it away, and he never won.
The situation at the time was that Bob, fighting with someone, woke him up as he slept by the roadside.
Kicked awake, he was both stunned and angry; he had finally found some food to fill his stomach, hoping to sleep for a bit, believing he wouldn't be hungry if he slept.
But he had barely laid down for a moment, just dreaming of a hamburger as big as a head in front of him, and was about to take a bite when he was kicked awake.
The enraged Sith grabbed a trash can lid and hit the person, knocking him unconscious.
Bob, who had been helped, looked on in bewilderment.
That's how Sith met Bob and joined the Crocodile Gang.
After that, he stayed with Bob, and as Bob expanded the Crocodile Gang, Sith's status also rose.
Sith was always unassuming, and his personality was timid and afraid of death; he knew he had only achieved a life he never dared to dream of by following Bob, so he always deferred to Bob.
It was precisely Sith's personality that made Bob always trust him and give him significant authority.
Because Bob also knew one thing very clearly: no matter how much power Sith had, he would never escape his grasp; with Sith's personality, Bob could easily control him completely.
At this moment, Sith was gambling with a leader at his home.
In the opulent room, smoke swirled, and several alluring women sat beside both men.
"Hehehehe! Sith, Sith, seeing your sour-pickle face, I know you're destined to lose."
A short, lewd man let out a strange laugh, puffing on a cigar while caressing the soft breasts of the woman beside him, then bringing them to his nose to sniff their alluring scent.
Sith, who was shuffling cards, angrily threw them out, roaring, "Damn it! Not a single good card all night. What kind of rotten luck is this?!"
"Damn it, it must be the stench from you stinking bitches that ruined my cards! Get out of here, all of you!" Sith roared, kicking away a woman who was leaning on him, and the other women, seeing this, quickly retreated to the side.
The short man opposite laughed strangely again, "Hehehehe! Poor Sith, are you giving up? To vent your anger on a woman, how pathetic!"
After speaking, he gestured to the woman on the floor, who stumbled to her feet and then walked to his side and knelt down.
Sith looked at the short man and said coldly, "Shut up, Pick. What right do you, a short piece of trash, have to speak to me?"
The short man, Pick, also stopped his strange laugh upon hearing this, staring intently at Sith, directly extinguishing the cigar in his hand on the kneeling woman's hand.
The woman held her hands, eyes downcast, biting her lip, not daring to utter a sound.
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but she merely continued to hold up her hands, trembling, not daring to move.
Sith also straightened his collar, leaned back in his chair, a cigar in his mouth, looking coldly at Pick.
A moment later.
"Pfft, hehehehe! I was just joking, my brother Sith, please don't take offense, hehehehe!" Pick instantly dropped his serious expression, letting out another strange laugh and smiling at Sith.
Sith also instantly dropped his cold expression upon hearing this, laughing, "Hahahahaha, of course I know, Pick, I was just joking with you too, my dear brother."
The two exchanged glances, then both burst into laughter, though each harbored ulterior motives.