Gathering of Monsters and Demons in the Rakshasa Kingdom

Hiss, that hurts!

Bai Xiu woke up from his sleep.

This was the worst pain he had ever felt—worse than the time in Demon Valley when he was nearly bitten off his arm by wild wolves.

“Don’t move!” Lin Chen said sternly.

Among the four of them, Bai Xiu’s injuries were the most severe.

After all, during their escape, Lin Chen had his back to the exploding plane, and Bai Xiu was right behind him.

It was easy to imagine that most of the blast’s force had been absorbed by him.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine after a nap.” Bai Xiu touched the back of his body. *Crackling sound*

Then, with his eyes closed, he fell asleep again.

“Does he usually do this?” Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

Qin Shan nodded. “This is actually him holding back. This guy once slept through an entire summer vacation.”

Lin Chen:

*Crack!*

A blade sliced through the dense forest undergrowth.

Poison master Bob and mechanical hand Gene stepped out from the thicket.

“Heh, I told you, these kids aren’t that easy to kill,” mechanical hand Gene grinned.

Lin Chen pulled out his Cloud-Splitting Twin Staves, staring at the two men with a serious tone: “Mechanical hand Gene!”

He had been in the mercenary circle for three or four years; there was no way he wouldn’t recognize Gene.

In the Western European assassin world, Gene was a legend—a figure even a lowly mercenary like Lin Chen looked up to.

What surprised Lin Chen even more was that he actually ran into him here.

“Well, well, didn’t expect the Reaper to know me,” mechanical hand Gene said with a grin.

Poison master Bob beside him pouted a little, “Why doesn’t anyone know me, Poison master Bob?”

Hearing that name, Lin Chen’s pupils contracted, and he gripped his Cloud-Splitting Staffs even tighter.

The South Continent’s poison alchemist killer—the poison master who struck terror worldwide!

Qin Shan and Liu Dachao’s faces also darkened, their expressions wary, and they gave Bai Xiu, who was still dozing, a kick to wake him up.

“Don’t be nervous. We’re not enemies.”

Mechanical hand Gene sheathed his long blade and raised his hands with a smile. “Do you know Rasetsu? We’re all part of the Rasetsu organization now.”

“Rasetsu organization?!”

Upon hearing the name, Lin Chen and the others were shocked.

An Yi had once said he had infiltrated the assassin ranks and successfully become their leader, establishing the Rasetsu organization.

They hadn’t cared much when they first heard about it.

After all, fifty or so assassins—no matter how formidable—weren’t that impressive.

They should remember that when these four took over Port Island, they had thousands of subordinates surrendering to them!

A small group of fifty people was hardly worth mentioning.

“Are you really part of the Rasetsu organization?” Lin Chen asked.

Qin Shan and Liu Dachao wanted to speak up, but their English was limited, and they barely managed to understand.

Poison master Bob shrugged helplessly. “How would I know? I woke up one day, and someone told me the Boss was An Yi—the Shura Gate leader who’s been wanted for a long time. It took me a while to figure out I’d boarded the wrong ship.”

Mechanical hand Gene chuckled, “Something like that. I’m here under the Boss’s orders to bring you guys back to the Imperial Capital.”

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

That guy An Yi had managed to recruit these two big shots but didn’t say a word about it!

Of course, what he didn’t know was that An Yi himself had no clue what kind of shady characters his subordinates really were.

Imperial Capital, underground base of the Rasetsu organization.

An Yi was holding a few comic magazines, reading them with complete focus and deep concentration.

Mikawa Nako sulked beside him, "Boss, could you stop looking at those paper-thin girls? I'm way prettier than any of them."

An Yi cast a glance at Mikawa Nako’s curvaceous figure.

No denying it, when it came to looks—

Mikawa Nako, with her mature, alluring charm, was truly top-tier. She even outshone those teachers, carrying the unique allure of a married woman.

But unfortunately, the territory had already been claimed.

Besides, if it’s not a perfect nine out of ten, it simply couldn’t tempt him!

“Boss, after we finish customizing this batch of masks, what’s next?” Kim Jung-ho asked curiously, holding up a mask.

After An Yi revealed his identity, the Rasetsu organization was officially merged into the Asura Gate.

These masks, simplified from the demon masks, symbolized membership within the Rasetsu faction.

An Yi replied coolly, “No rush, just wait.”

Gunslinger Kevin gripped his revolver, a gleeful smile spreading across his face. “I can’t wait to take down those bastards from Heaven.”

They were all freelance assassins.

Many hadn’t joined the Heaven organization because of grudges, more or less, against them.

If it weren’t for the lure of this drug, they wouldn’t have come to Great Xia.

Who would have thought the drug was just a trap to lure them here!

*Click!*

The base’s gate opened.

Mechanical hand Gene appeared, leading Lin Chen and a group of others.

Seeing all the assassins inside the base, Lin Chen was even more shocked.

They were all internationally renowned killers, dominating headlines year after year.

At least half of them, he could call out their names!

All these people had been recruited by An Yi?

A smile appeared on An Yi’s handsome face as he stepped forward to greet them. “Wyrkam, Rasetsu!”

On the island—

Inside a base filled with modern technology—

Around a round table sat twelve seats, but three were empty.

Nine leaders of Heaven had gathered.

A young man with golden hair and striking looks, Shaliel, spoke first: “Everyone’s seen the situation with Heaven. What are your plans?”

A thin-faced, somewhat manic young man, Raguel, said coldly, “Naturally, we strike at Hell first! Hell, built by a group of Xia descendants, is rotten to the core and dares to rival us Heaven!”

“Right now, Hell’s four great kings have rebelled against each other, embroiled in internal strife—it’s the perfect time for an ambush!”

A cold-faced Western European woman, Airmeti, spoke up.

Kirupa, a middle-aged man with a mustache, chuckled, “Heaven’s strength has always far surpassed Hell! Besides, Hell has lost four of its ten kings and is severely weakened. This really is an excellent opportunity!”

Metatron, a white-haired elder in his sixties, said coldly, “Sathokil was slain, and you remain indifferent? Let Hell continue fighting among themselves; it won’t last forever. But that rising force, Asura Gate, must be dealt with!”

“Heh, Sathokil hadn’t improved his strength in thirty years—it’s time for a replacement. I agree with wiping out Hell. My sword has been thirsty for years.”

Wrapped in a cloak that concealed his figure, Raphael spoke in a terrifying voice.

At these words, Metatron’s eyes burned with anger, but he sighed helplessly.

Raphael’s strength was terrifying; he dared not offend him directly.

"I’m against it. We must deal with the Shura Gate first!"

A tall, lean middle-aged man named Slao raised his hand and said.

A killer from the Izumo Nation, Arie toyed with a kunai and said calmly, "Deal with the Shura Gate first!"

Kamel spoke softly, "The Shura Gate is the real threat. They’ve already taken over Daxia Harbor Island. If we let them grow unchecked, they’ll become an even more terrifying force than the Underworld!"

"Hmm? Four to four!"

A smile curled at the corner of Shaliel’s lips. "Interesting. Too bad Boss Michael isn’t here. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him in ten years. No idea what he’s up to."

Raphael’s voice turned cold. "Don’t interrupt. What’s your decision?"

Shaliel chuckled, "Don’t look at me—I abstain!"

Sensing the sharp looks from everyone, Shaliel added, "Looks like there’s still one more vote. He’s here."

The door opened, and a young man wearing sunglasses stepped in.

Clearing his throat, the new Gabriel, the ghost-faced Luke, strode forward and declared, "The Shura Gate isn’t worth mentioning. I believe we should take down the Underworld first!"