Chapter 25: The Holy Court

Getting up from the bed, Ye Huang lit a cigarette and went to the balcony, gazing at the night as if lost in deep thought.

For Ye Huang, there were four people in this world whose influence on his life was indelible.

The first was an old beggar who had picked him up from a garbage heap over twenty years ago and raised him for fifteen years. Nine years ago, the old beggar, along with his young protégé, returned to their hometown, Yucheng, from Yanjing, and passed away with a smile.

The second was an old man who found him by the roadside eight years ago, took him into an orphanage, and eventually introduced him to the world of assassins. The bond between master and apprentice was unbreakable, and if anyone gave Ye Huang the courage to continue living, it was this old man.

The third person was Xiao Xue, a beautiful girl in the orphanage who was the only one who ever spoke to him, with a gentle and sweet smile.

The fourth person was his wife, someone he felt immense guilt towards but had no way to make amends.

Unfortunately, among these four people, only the old man was still alive. The other three had already left him and gone to heaven long ago.

The old beggar's death nine years ago could not be blamed on anyone, as life and death are natural and beyond reproach. However, the deaths of his wife and Xiao Xue were something that Ye Huang could not let go of.

He did not know who had killed his wife and could not seek revenge yet, but the grudge against Xiao Xue was deeply etched in his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to avenge her!

Feng Tian! A scoundrel that Ye Huang wished he could strangle. Nine years ago, this scoundrel had defiled Xiao Xue, who was still in high school, leading to her suicide by jumping into the river, and her body was never found.

At that time, Ye Huang wanted to take revenge but ended up with his legs broken and thrown into the river. If it weren't for the old man saving him, he would have been dead by now. Fortunately, the tide had turned, and he now had the power to deal with that scoundrel. This time, Ye Huang would not let Feng Tian leave Yucheng alive.

"Don't worry, Xiao Xue. I will avenge you for what that scoundrel did. I'll make him serve you for all eternity." Looking at the Yangtze River Bridge illuminated by the neon lights in the distance, Ye Huang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Ye Huang finally understood why the old man had chosen this place. The Yangtze River Bridge was where Xiao Xue had jumped nine years ago. The old man had not forgotten that sweet-voiced girl in his heart.

Turning back into the room, Ye Huang took two stacks of money from a box and put them in his pocket, then went downstairs. He hailed a taxi on the roadside and headed for a hotel called Oriental Caesar.

To ordinary people, Oriental Caesar was just a five-star hotel built with foreign investment. However, Ye Huang knew that the hotel was merely a front.

The true purpose of Oriental Caesar was to serve as the domestic southwestern headquarters of the world's top intelligence agency, the Holy Court.

Even Ye Huang did not know who had founded the Holy Court, but he knew that the agency had existed for several hundred years, possibly since the Renaissance.

As a neutral intelligence agency, the Holy Court only cared about economic interests. As long as you paid enough, you could get any information, regardless of whether you were a government official or a terrorist. Moreover, the Holy Court never betrayed any of its clients, which was why Ye Huang had been obtaining information from the Holy Court for the past eight years.

The taxi stopped in front of Oriental Caesar, and Ye Huang got out and entered the hotel.

"Sir, hello. Is there anything I can help you with?" A waiter approached Ye Huang as soon as he entered the hotel lobby.

"Give this to your manager. He will understand." As he spoke, Ye Huang took a ring with a scepter engraving from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

"Sure, sir, please wait a moment." Although the waiter did not understand what the gentleman needed from the manager, he knew that the customer was always right. He took the ring, which had a somewhat unusual design, and went to find the hotel manager.

A few minutes later, a short and plump middle-aged foreign man hurried to where Ye Huang was waiting in the lobby.

"Hello, sir, thank you for waiting. I am the manager here, Yuri. Is there anything I can assist you with?" Yuri had been processing the files submitted by his subordinates when the waiter suddenly brought him the ring with the scepter, which startled him.

As a core member of the Holy Court, he naturally understood what this meant. The Holy Court had issued only a few hundred rings worldwide, and there were only five diamond-grade rings, each held by a person at the pinnacle of their respective field.

The sudden appearance of a diamond ring startled him greatly. He quickly put aside his work and ran downstairs. When he saw that the ring holder was such a young man, Yuri immediately knew who he was.

However, in front of others, Yuri could not reveal the identity of the man and could only greet him with the utmost respect and a gentle tone.

"Mr. Yuri, let's talk in your office."

"Sure, sir, please follow me." Saying this, the manager led Ye Huang upstairs with the utmost respect, causing the nearby waiters to be stunned. They knew that even the young masters and sons of Yucheng had never been treated with such respect by the manager.

Now, this young man had made the manager act like a lapdog, which left them both surprised and puzzled.

After following Yuri upstairs and entering his office, Ye Huang got straight to the point.

"Mr. Yuri, I need this person's information and all his recent activities, as detailed as possible. This is the fee." As he spoke, Ye Huang placed the cash he had prepared on the table.

"Sure, Mr. Asura, when do you need this information?" Yuri took the phone from Ye Huang, transferred the photo to his computer, and asked respectfully.

"Tomorrow. I'll come by tomorrow to pick it up."

"Sure, rest assured, Mr. Asura. It is an honor to serve you!"

"Thank you! I will be coming to you frequently for information in the future, so I hope you can assist me." Seeing the manager's enthusiasm, Ye Huang did not want to be too cold. After all, he planned to settle in Yucheng, and he might need information at any time, so it was better to maintain good relations.

"Hehe, you are always welcome."

After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Huang left Oriental Caesar. The old man had told him that Feng Tian would be arriving in a few days, and he needed to prepare.

What Ye Huang did not know was that shortly after he left, the middle-aged man named Yuri called Feng Tian and spoke for a while before hanging up. At that moment, the respect on Yuri's face had vanished, replaced by a look of malice.