Chapter 6: Is there something wrong?

The Su family looked at Wesley Lu again.
Wesley Lu smiled brightly, facing their scrutinizing gaze. He thought they would ask him about his job or family, but they said nothing.
Arvin Su looked at him, "Wesley, it's getting late today. Ethel has been quite shocked, so we'll take her home. If you're free tomorrow, come over to our place."
Wesley Lu nodded slightly, "Okay, uncle."
"Do you want me to send someone to take you home?"
"Thank you, uncle, no need. My home is not far away."
Arvin Su nodded and then left with Ethel Su and the rest of the family.
Watching the Su family's cars leave, Wesley Lu walked towards the sidewalk and took out an old phone to reply to a string of numbers.
He had been sending messages secretly along the way to keep the higher-ups stable.
Then, he hailed a cab and arrived at the Tianci Group.
The company was empty, as the security would always be withdrawn whenever there was a mission.
Wesley Lu took out his work ID, which looked normal but had a special chip inside, providing direct access to an underground base.
Entering the CEO's private elevator, he pressed for the second basement level and swiped his card.
The elevator descended far beyond the second basement, stopping after the equivalent of seven or eight floors.
The elevator doors opened with a ding.
Wesley Lu walked out into a vast underground space, lit up like daylight, about the size of a soccer field.
This was the Flame City division of the assassin organization.
The division had twenty-four assassins on record. Apart from the four who died, including Hardys, only twenty were left.
The training assassins looked over with cold eyes.
Wesley Lu, a SSS-ranked assassin like Hardys, was considered the pinnacle in the assassin world.
There was an unwritten rule among assassins: kill someone of a higher rank, and you could take their place.
So, everyone here both feared and admired Wesley Lu.
He walked straight to a room in the distance.
Reaching the door, Wesley Lu knocked.
A voice inside, speaking in American English, invited him in.
Wesley Lu pushed the door open, revealing an ordinary-looking office.
A balding, obese American sat behind the desk, eating high-calorie food voraciously.
This was the head of the Flame City assassin division, Francis... obviously not his real name.
Francis wasn't an assassin but was sent from headquarters, known for his sycophancy.
Seeing Wesley Lu, Francis's face broke into a greasy, disgusting smile, his chubby face trembling, "Dragon, mission completed? Oh, sorry, I shouldn't ask. With you, failure is impossible."
Wesley Lu looked at him across the desk, "The mission failed."
Francis's expression froze momentarily, then he laughed, thinking Wesley Lu was joking... because when the Dragon took on a mission, failure was unheard of.
Wesley Lu looked at him indifferently, "Hardys is dead, killed by me."
Francis's expression shifted from laughter to shock and disbelief.
"Dragon, you're joking, right?"
Wesley Lu remained expressionless and silent.
Francis's pupils dilated, realizing Wesley Lu wasn't joking. His expression darkened.
Wesley Lu calmly stated, "This time, the target was someone who once saved my life. I protected her. Whoever tried to harm her, I killed."
"I'll take responsibility for Hardys' death and compensate for the loss to headquarters. How much money do you want?"
"Also, I need to know who hired us this time?"
After speaking, Wesley Lu took a bite of a hamburger, speaking unclearly, "Before I finish this burger, I want to know what I need to."
Francis's pale blue eyes stared at him, his tone venomous, "Dragon, do you understand what you're doing? Do you know how much resources and effort headquarters invested in Hardys?"
"Killing a comrade during a mission is absolutely forbidden. By doing this, you'll be pursued by the entire organization. You..."
Wesley Lu coldly interrupted, "I don't want to hear nonsense. How much money have I earned for headquarters over the years? Enough to buy a hundred lives like Hardys."
"If headquarters really wants to kill me, let them come. I'm waiting. I doubt they have the courage... Now, who is the employer?"
Francis's eyes darkened, "Are you threatening me? The headquarters?"
"Yes, any problem?"
Francis roared in anger, "Dragon, do you really think you can stand against headquarters? I assure you, once they know about this, you won't last half a month."
"Then don't let headquarters know... I'm asking one last time, who is the employer?"
"Dragon, are you breaking the rules? The employer's information is..."
In a flash, a cold light appeared.
Francis's voice stopped abruptly.
Wesley Lu had just finished his burger. He pulled out the throwing knives from Francis's forehead and throat, wiping them on his clothes.
Francis was dead before he could even close his eyes, blood from his forehead and throat staining his white suit.
"I said, don't let headquarters know. You kept babbling... Didn't you think I knew about your dirty tricks with Hardys, wanting to kill me? Unfortunately, you never got the chance."
Wesley Lu sneered, pulling a necklace with a bullet-shaped USB drive from Francis's neck.
He accessed the computer with the USB, quickly finding what he was looking for.
Seeing the person in the blurry, secretly taken photo, Wesley Lu's eyes narrowed, his breathing quickened, and a tangible aura of killing intent surrounded him.
"Yosef Yan, I've finally found you."
Wesley Lu's smile was chilling, his eyes cold, fists clenched till they turned white.
He looked at the dead Francis, "I asked you to find this person, but you made him an employer and had me try to kill the person who saved my life... I shouldn't have let you die so easily."
Wesley Lu, emanating a terrifying aura, secured the USB. It contained many secrets, useful for the future.
Then, he used Francis's computer to send an appointment letter to all senior executives... Essentially, "I'm going abroad and need to leave for a while. During my absence, Wesley Lu will be the general manager, in charge of everything."
After completing this, Wesley Lu took a gun from the office. In front of him, Francis didn't even have a chance to touch the gun.
Wesley Lu walked outside, holding the pistol.