Tycoon War God

”BOOM!”

The door to the room was instantly kicked open, and the two armed individuals who charged in were pierced through their foreheads by a divine light.

And that figure had once again vanished from the room. Along with him, the Queen of the Night also disappeared.

...

”Who the hell are you? Do you have any idea who I am…”

The Queen of the Night was grabbed by the neck, unable to exert an ounce of her Internal Energy, as if it had been sealed. Restrained and with an icy expression, she had a mysterious killing intent in her eyes.

She detested being touched, especially by a man.

”Morphy, I can’t believe you joined the Blood Skeleton Organization after all these years.”

Minutes later, in a desolate area surrounded by crates, the Queen of the Night was thrown to the ground. The force of the impact contorted her face.

But what terrified her more than being held captive was that he had called her by her real name.

Ever since her family was annihilated over a decade ago, no one had known her real name. After joining the Blood Skeleton Organization, she had always used the codename Queen of the Night.

But this man knew her name.

”Who exactly are you?!” The Queen of the Night stared at the man before her, a sudden fear gripping her.

The name Morphy dredged up some of her most painful memories.

”Sixteen years ago. Western Europe. Hassas.”

The man’s words struck the Queen of the Night like a bolt from the blue. She trembled as she gazed at the man before her.

”You... you are... you’re Brother, aren’t you?”

The Queen of the Night suddenly grew agitated and stepped toward the man. She walked cautiously, biting her lip hard, her eyes brimming with tears.

”Morphy, it’s me.”

The man turned, revealing a young and handsome face. It was Lin Mu.

”Brother, it really is you!” The Queen of the Night rushed toward Lin Mu, tears spilling from her eyes.

”No, that’s not right!”

Suddenly, the Queen of the Night froze, glaring at Lin Mu with murderous intent. ”You’re not my brother. My brother is dead. Even if he were alive, he’d be over thirty now, but look at you… You look just like him, but you can’t be. You’re younger. You’re just an imposter!”

A dark gloom swirled in the Queen of the Night’s pupils as a cold, eerie aura emanated from her body.

”If you continue to use the power of your people, not even I can save you,” Lin Mu said calmly. ”The power of the Elf Tribe is not something you can control yet.”

”You…”

The Queen of the Night forcefully suppressed the aura around her, staring at Lin Mu in disbelief. ”How… how do you know that?”

Lin Mu smiled. ”Little Morphy, have you forgotten? This was the secret you shared with me back then, a secret meant only for the two of us.”

The Queen of the Night froze. A moment later, tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes as she lunged at Lin Mu.

”Brother, it really is you! I’ve been searching for you for so long. Where did you go? Where on earth did you go? Did you abandon little Morphy?”

The Queen of the Night cried like a child, despite being a woman of nearly thirty.

”Alright, stop crying.” Lin Mu patted her head. ”I’m right here, safe and sound, aren’t I?”

He sighed inwardly. Morphy was the daughter of the king of Hassas, a tiny nation in Western Europe. The country was so small it wasn’t even the size of a Huaxian county. It was a nation constantly under assault, its people living in fear and despair. However, no one knew that this nation guarded Western Europe’s greatest secret: the Elf Tribe. Their ability to survive under such conditions was entirely due to the power of the Elf Tribe.

But then some mysterious forces discovered this secret and united to destroy the nation.

At that time, Lin Mu was the world’s number one assassin, accustomed to walking the edge of danger. When the small nation fell and its people were wiped out, no one knew that the queen’s only daughter had vanished. That child was none other than the Blood Skeleton’s Queen of the Night, Morphy. The one who had spirited her away was Lin Mu himself. In the aftermath, Lin Mu was hunted by various powers, forcing him to detonate a bomb he carried, which unexpectedly sent him across dimensions to the Immortal Realm.

Now, he was back. And in Huaxia, he had met Morphy once more. The threads of karma that tied them together were too complex to ever fully unravel.

”Did you come to Huaxia to kill me, too?” Lin Mu asked, comforting the Queen of the Night.

”No, not at all.” Hearing Lin Mu’s question, the Queen of the Night hurriedly shook her head and gritted her teeth. ”The Skeleton King deceived me!”

”He promised to tell me where my brother was if I killed you. I see now that he was lying to me the whole time!”

”Hmm?” Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. ”The Skeleton King?”

”It’s Charlie Milton!” Morphy said through clenched teeth. ”He’s the leader of the Blood Skeleton now. He calls himself the Skeleton King!”

”Hmph. What arrogance, daring to call himself a king.” Lin Mu looked at the Queen of the Night and said, ”Now that you know I’m alive, what do you plan to do?”

Morphy grabbed Lin Mu’s arm. ”Of course I’m going to stay with you, Brother!”

To her, her brother was everything. Now that she had found him, of course she would stay with him.

”No. You have to go back.”

Morphy’s eyes reddened. ”Brother, are you spurning me? Don’t you want little Morphy anymore?”

”It’s not that,” Lin Mu said, shaking his head. ”I need you to go back and do something for me.”

A chilling killing intent flickered in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the Queen of the Night departed.

Lin Mu looked up at the bright moon. ”Charlie, you’re first.”

”Those of you who made your move back then are all going to die!”

As his voice fell, Lin Mu vanished once again.

The slaughter continued.

...

That night, no one knew how many people died in River City. The bodies were found everywhere: hotels, hostels, bathhouses, residential apartments, and deep within dark alleys.

Most of the victims were foreigners—a mix of Asians and Caucasians.

Each met a gruesome death. Some were bisected at the waist, others were beheaded, some were burned to a crisp, and still others simply vanished, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes behind.

What was truly shocking was that all of them had died within a single hour, meaning one person had killed dozens in that terrifyingly short time. This included teams of two or more.

Though they were internationally renowned assassins, none could escape the sweep of Lin Mu’s Divine Sense.

”The ninety-ninth…”

Stepping out of an internet cafe, Lin Mu walked toward a bus stop across the street. Just moments before, at the entrance to the internet cafe, he had remotely killed an assassin posing as a gamer. If anyone noticed, they would simply assume the man had suffered a fatal heart attack at his computer.

Lin Mu’s goal was simple. Since these assassins had come to kill him, he would return the favor in kind.

As for the art of assassination?

If Lin Mu claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first. And that held true across all the lands and oceans, even in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.