Chapter 64

Jiang Yu looked at the old man in surprise: "Incomplete manual? Practicing it can drive a person crazy? What do you mean?"

The old man smiled slyly: "It's an ancient martial arts secret manual I collected in my early years, but it's missing pages. I once lent it to a guy to practice, and he went crazy after practicing it."

"Really!" Jiang Yu was shocked. However, thinking about Feng Zhe, who wasn't a good person, although he hadn't done anything to harm him, the fact that he had been tracking and investigating him made him hate him. Such a rich second generation would eventually be a disaster, so it was fine if he went crazy.

"He's so stupid, he might not even be able to practice it," Jiang Yu said indifferently.

"But I'm his master, I can guide him from the side," the old man said with a lecherous smile.

"Great master!" Jiang Yu gave the old man a thumbs up. A master who makes a disciple practice an incomplete manual that can drive a person crazy and still guides him from the side is indeed a top-notch master.

"By the way, do you need money? I have some," Jiang Yu asked the old man.

"No, I just made ten million," the old man said nonchalantly.

"What!" Jiang Yu looked at the old man in disbelief: "Ten million!"

"Yes, it's from my good disciple. It's in this card. I'm giving it to you. Just give me some pocket money. The password is 123456." The old man threw a blue card, and Jiang Yu caught it, looking at the bank card in shock. Could there really be ten million in it!

But thinking about it, Feng Zhe wouldn't dare to cheat the old man. He didn't expect the old man to be so powerful, earning ten million just by talking. It was easier than for himself! Unimaginable how much he had in his Swiss bank account! And what did he do before?

Jiang Yu took out a stack of money from his wallet and handed it to the old man, "Here's some pocket money. If you need more, I'll bring it. I'm leaving now."

"Wait!" Suddenly, the old man called out to Jiang Yu.

"Is there something else?" Jiang Yu turned around, surprised by the old man's unusual tone.

The old man looked straight at Jiang Yu, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes. His chapped lips moved a few times, then he turned around, pulled out an old suitcase from under the bed, opened it, and took out a dusty gray cloth, handing it to Jiang Yu: "Take a look."

"Damn, so dirty, what is it?" Jiang Yu looked at the old man in surprise.

"Aren't you always curious about what I did before? This will tell you," the old man's eyes flickered as he handed over the item.

Jiang Yu quickly took the item from the old man, unwrapped the old gray cloth layer by layer, and was surprised to see a golden medal and a blue-covered book.

"Ah! What is this?" Jiang Yu was shocked.

"Open it and you'll know," the old man said calmly, like a hermit who had been in seclusion for years.

Jiang Yu eagerly opened the book, and to his shock, it read: "International Bounty Hunter Lifetime Honor Certificate." At the bottom was a large seal, indicating the issuing organization, and it was written in English. On the certificate, Jiang Yu saw a name: Cang Qiong!

Jiang Yu's face turned pale, and he was greatly alarmed. He then took the heavy medal, which had some strange patterns on it.

"Bounty hunter! What does that mean! Assassin?" Jiang Yu looked at the old man in shock. He never expected the old man to be such a person. To have a lifetime honor certificate for a bounty hunter meant he had done things that were unimaginably shocking!

The old man looked out the window, as if recalling something. "An assassin is just one of the many tasks a bounty hunter has. Bounty hunters do a lot. Besides killing, they also do other things. They can save a nation, a country, even all of humanity."

"Ah! So great!" Jiang Yu was surprised. Bounty hunters are so great? "Tell me about your past experiences."

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes full of沧桑 (cang桑, meaning沧桑, which can be translated as 'weathered' or 'worldly'), as if recalling countless killings or great deeds.

"A hero doesn't talk about his past. No matter how great the deeds, only the people in the organization know. We are destined to live our lives in anonymity. Boy, I was once the world's top bounty hunter, but those glories are all in the past. To me, they are all just clouds. But I have one unfulfilled wish. If this wish is not fulfilled, I will die with regret."

"World's top bounty hunter!" Jiang Yu's eyes widened as he looked at the old man. "What wish?"

"To assassinate the leader of the bounty hunter organization," the old man said abruptly.

"You want to assassinate your leader? Why? Is it because he froze your Swiss bank account?"

"Yes, among the bounty hunters, I had the greatest achievements and thus received the most commissions. Oh, our commissions are usually paid by a country, hiring us to complete a secret mission. The amount of the commission is quite large. The organization then divides the commission based on achievements. However, during a mission to steal state secrets from Z country, I chose to withdraw. Think about it, how could I steal secrets from my own country? Later, I was expelled, and my account was frozen. But he didn't know my password, so he could only freeze it, not withdraw from it. The amount in my account is substantial, and they have coveted it for a long time, so they have been secretly sending bounty hunters to find me. They have never stopped, and they have already discovered my whereabouts several times. I believe they will eventually find this place. If one day I suddenly disappear, it means I have fled."

"Flee? Your martial arts are so high, you can definitely deal with them. Why flee?" Jiang Yu asked curiously. Hearing that the old man was leaving, Jiang Yu felt very sad. When he was surrounded and beaten by a few hooligans, the old man saved him and taught him martial arts. Jiang Yu had long considered the old man a family member and couldn't bear to see him leave.

The old man shook his head: "Killing them is a small matter. But if I involve you, that would be terrible. Each bounty hunter has a tracker. Once they die, the tracker automatically sends a signal to headquarters, informing them of the location of their death. Headquarters will then know that I have killed them."

"I see... Then what about your tracker?" Jiang Yu asked.

"Back then, I had the intention of leaving the organization, so I removed the tracker at headquarters," the old man replied.