Chapter 66: This is the Legendary Satan

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"By the way, Zhou, I almost forgot to tell you, the client who commissioned this job added a condition."

"They require that they must be present when you kill the target, because they want to personally confirm the death."

"I know this request is almost an insult to your professionalism. After all, you are the famous Satan!"

"You are the Satan who single-handedly rescued Stark!"

"I'm angry about this condition too, but the client is very insistent!"

"And Zhou, sometimes you have to understand, at the end of the day, we are still a service industry..."

Wade Wilson began to sincerely persuade Zhou Cheng.

But to Zhou Cheng, such a requirement wasn't a big deal at all; he was simply curious.

To someone like Deadpool, who was unaware of the details, the client's demand might seem excessive and a slight against Zhou Cheng's dignity.

However, for someone like Zhou Cheng, who knew the ins and outs of the high-society lady, such a requirement immediately aroused other suspicions.

Could it be that the client commissioning the job knew that the high-society lady couldn't be killed?

If that were the case, it would be quite interesting indeed.

After all, apart from a few absolute core members of the Hand, hardly anyone knew the high-society lady's secret.

And whoever was the one commissioning the job, if they knew this secret, was undoubtedly not an average person.

Of course.

All of this was merely Zhou Cheng's speculation, without any evidence, and he didn't particularly care either.

After all, the client was willing to pay ten million dollars for the job. What was a small demand in comparison?

Excessive? Hardly.

"So Wade, does my commission include protecting the client's safety too?"

Zhou Cheng didn't show any sign of objection; he just asked Wade Wilson a necessary question pertaining to the job.

"No, that's not necessary."

"The client is responsible for their own safety."

Wade Wilson replied very clearly from his end, it was clear he had already discussed this matter with the client.

"In that case... I'll take the job!"

Zhou Cheng had no problems with the arrangements and readily accepted.

"Wait for my news!"

Wade Wilson ended the communication with Zhou Cheng, quite excited.

Deadpool's efficiency was as reliable as ever.

In just a few hours, he provided Zhou Cheng with a precise response.

"Zhou, it's all set!"

"But you have to act in three days, that won't be a problem, right?"

"The client will send me the specific location coordinates in three days. You first need to meet with the client and then take them to complete the job."

"I'm sure that will be a breeze for you, right?"

Three days later?

For Zhou Cheng, this wasn't a problem at all; his diary could last four or five days without needing to recharge.

He could just laze around for another three days if necessary.

After all, the life of the wealthy is about comfort and pleasure.

...

"Zhou, I've sent you the coordinates!"

"Here's to your successful return!"

The client was indeed cautious.

It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Wade Wilson finally received the specific coordinates from the client.

He immediately sent them to Zhou Cheng without delay.

"Wait for my news."

Zhou Cheng confidently told Deadpool, then grabbed his outfit.

Yes, the brand-new outfit prepared for Zhou Cheng by Deadpool.

It was both stylish and imposing, bulletproof, and came with a brand-new mask.According to Xiao Jianjian, this brand new uniform was personally designed by him! Considering that Deadpool in the movie indeed designed his own costume, many Marvel superheroes also design their uniforms themselves.

Therefore, Zhou Cheng believed what the other party said.

As a result, Zhou Cheng started to view Xiao Jianjian with new respect.

He hadn't expected Xiao Jianjian to have such a talent in this area.

Frankly, Zhou Cheng was quite satisfied with the uniform designed for him by the other party.

It combined both aesthetics and an imposing presence, which perfectly suited Zhou Cheng's taste.

So, there was nothing more to say.

Without any trouble, Zhou Cheng arrived at a desolate, uninhabited place, changed into his "Satan Suit."

Immediately after, he spread the wings on his back and soared into the sky.

He expertly made his way to Hell's Kitchen, following the coordinates to the location requested by his employer.

It was an abandoned factory.

At a glance.

In front of the mottled walls, under the cover of moonlight.

There stood an old man, just as elderly and close to death as Madam Gao, even his hair white with age.

He stood there, sharp as a knife.

Beside the old man was a woman in a tight red outfit, her figure incredibly enticing.

Like the old man, she simply stood there radiating an aura of sharpness, clearly not an ordinary person.

"So it's them!"

With just a glance, Zhou Cheng recognized the identity of these two individuals and wasn't surprised at all.

They were none other than two important figures from the Hand's arch-enemy, the Chaste: Stick and Elektra.

Of course.

Strictly speaking, Stick was the one truly associated with the Chaste, even the last member of the Chaste.

He led Elektra and many other assassins, for some reason not integrating them into the Chaste, but still leading them to oppose the Hand.

However, against a behemoth like the Hand, their resistance was like an egg against a rock.

But now, it's a different story.

It could only be said that Stick had made a very correct decision.

He had hired a cheater!

Swoosh!

While these messy thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhou Cheng didn't idle.

He dived straight down, landing in front of Stick and Elektra.

"So~"

"You really can fly, just like the rumors say!"

"Satan!"

Stick's voice, raspy as if sandpaper had scraped over it, rang out without joy or sorrow, betraying no emotional fluctuation, just a blunt exclamation.

"I hope that's not just a flashy trick!"

Elektra's voice was ice-cold.

It was clear that she thought the rumors about Satan were somewhat exaggerated.

But Zhou Cheng couldn't care less about their opinions and casually raised an eyebrow: "Shall we get going then?"

"Not in a hurry."

"There's something we need to do before that."

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

Following Stick's statement, the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly emerged.

At the same time, from various dark corners around them.

A group of relentless assassins emerged like a tidal wave, surrounding Zhou Cheng.

The atmosphere at the scene turned tense and oppressive in an instant.