Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Celestial Wolf

Yang Jiekai speared a piece of banana with his fork, dipped it thoroughly in chili sauce, and then smiled as he offered it over. "Honey, this breakfast is something I wished for. I told the spirits that whoever eats this breakfast will have all their wishes come true."

Han Ning hesitated for a moment as she looked at the banana coated in chili sauce, but then gently accepted it and placed it in her mouth.

In an instant, the spiciness of the chili mingled with the banana’s sweetness, creating a strange flavor that jolted straight to her head. The sharp sensation cleared her mind considerably.

“Honey, let me ask you something,” Yang Jiekai said, taking another piece of banana with chili sauce and eating it while speaking.

Han Ning, exhausted from a sleepless night, her delicate face heavy with fatigue, replied weakly, “Go ahead.”

“How much longer do you think your company can hold on at this rate?”

Han Ning was taken aback, unsure why he would suddenly ask such a question, but still answered weakly, “At most two weeks.”

“That’s enough!” Yang Jiekai snapped his fingers. “Honey, I’m full. Take your time eating. Don’t worry about the company. Like I said, I’ve made a wish to the spirits. As long as you finish this breakfast, all your problems will be solved.”

After saying this, Yang Jiekai hummed a little tune and returned to the room.

Han Ning stared at the small plate of banana with chili sauce—the dark concoction—and furrowed her brow. Why did he say “enough” just now?

Still, she tried bit by bit to eat the chili-coated banana. Maybe influenced by Yang Jiekai, she found the taste wasn’t so strange anymore.

When she finished the plate, the spiciness made tiny beads of sweat form on her forehead, but she felt invigorated and in much better spirits.

In the room, Yang Jiekai opened his computer and began typing rapidly.

If one looked closely, they would notice he seemed different from before.

Not that his appearance had changed—still the same pale face, the kind easily lost in a crowd.

But his expression was different: his eyes deep and fathomless like a still pool, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint, cold smile.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, breaking through several layers of encryption that even the US Security Agency would find daunting. Then he typed a string of characters, and the screen flashed to black, displaying blood-red English letters in the center: “elcometokillerhouse” (Welcome to the Killer House).

This was an international assassin website, filled with missions ranked by difficulty, each tagged with a bounty. Complete the mission, and the payment would be transferred directly to the assassin’s account.

To enter without an authorized account required breaking through multiple layers of complex coding.

For Han Ning’s sake, Yang Jiekai planned to return to the underworld. Aside from his old trade, he couldn’t find any other way to quickly gather two hundred million yuan in such a short time.

Of course, he wouldn’t use his old Night Hawk account. Returning to the scene didn’t mean he wanted the mercenary community to know Night Hawk was still alive.

That’s why it took him over three hours to overcome the obstacles and finally access the site. When registering a codename, he paused thoughtfully, then typed two characters: “Sirius.”

Besides being an expert at killing and mayhem, Yang Jiekai was also a computer whiz.

This was thanks to the brutal training from his instructors at the training camp.

When he was young, his instructor Yang Chen had told him that a top mercenary must not only master various weapons and assassination techniques, but also be adept at operating fighter jets and tanks.

But that wasn’t enough. Instructor Yang Chen demanded that when Yang Jiekai carried a gun on the battlefield, he be the finest soldier; when smoking and dressed in a suit, a refined gentleman; and when handling a laptop, an elite intelligence expert.

Yang Jiekai was gifted—he was the brightest student to emerge from their cohort.

With the account registered successfully, he now had a new alias: Sirius.

He had been raised by a she-wolf as a child, hence the name.

On the site, missions were ranked by difficulty. Yang Jiekai scanned the list and lightly selected the third-ranked target.

The bounty was nearly two hundred million yuan—an enormous sum—but the higher the price, the greater the difficulty. This target had been on the list for over two years. Next to the target’s profile were images of a dozen small knives, indicating that more than ten people had attempted to take the job but all were killed by the target.

Looking at the timestamps, those knives had been marked over a year ago, meaning no one had dared touch this target in that time.

Because this target was extremely dangerous—even when Yang Jiekai was active on the mercenary battlefield, he wouldn’t dare take the job lightly.

The target’s name was Moska.

He was the only one on the weapon rankings using a firearm—a sniper rifle.

Ranked seventh on the weapon chart: Moska’s Sniper.

Though only seventh, no one underestimated him. He was like a ghost; anyone who crossed him could be shot in the head from an unexpected angle at any time.

Faced with such a phantom, most people on the rankings preferred targets ranked second through sixth rather than challenge Moska, except for the legendary invincible “Crippled Yao’s Left-Handed Knife” at number one.

In a dense jungle in a Southeast Asian country, a brightly lit underground room buzzed with activity.

“Report! Someone just took Moska’s contract!” a staff member exclaimed in surprise after double-checking.

A portly man, reclining with a fiery beauty on his lap, merely grunted in acknowledgment.

But half a second later, he froze as if petrified, abruptly pushing the woman off and shouting, “What did you just say?!”

“Someone took Moska’s contract.”

The man hurried to the computer and confirmed the information again, frowning. “Sirius? Who’s that? He’s not one of our members. How did he get in?”

The staff shook his head. “I don’t know. Should we accept his application?”

The man pondered. “If he could crack our encryption to register, he’s no ordinary person. Whoever he is, accept it. I want to see what kind of player he is.”

Following the order, the staff pressed a button on the computer.

Anhai City.

Yang Jiekai saw the approval message, lit a cigarette leisurely, and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head, a chilling smirk playing on his lips.

After finishing the cigarette, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

A gruff, impatient voice answered, “Yang Jiekai, damn you! We’re square on your life debt. I just got a girl—I’m about to take off my pants.”

“You ungrateful old bastard, cut the nonsense. I need your help.”

This old man was the one who had forced Han Ning to marry him through connections, and the only person in the world who still knew that Night Hawk was alive.

“No money, no life-saving this time!” the old man grumbled.

“Boss, considering I risked my life to save you once, it’s not too much to ask for a small favor now, is it?”

“Damn it! Last time I nearly lost my old bones helping you marry a rich woman. Say it quick—if it’s just a small favor, I’ll help again.”

Yang Jiekai wasted no words. “I’m heading to M country in Southeast Asia tonight. Get me a sniper rifle and the most advanced field combat gear you can find.”

There was a pause on the other end. “You’re planning a comeback?”

“None of your concern. Just keep this between us.”

“Alright, I’ll get the gear to you.”

After that, before Yang Jiekai could catch his breath, his phone rang again. It was Chen Shishi.

“Brother Yang, come to the company quickly! Something’s wrong!”

“Understood, I’m on my way!”

Sensing the urgency in her voice, Yang Jiekai rushed out and drove to the company.

When he arrived, the scene was a mess—computers, desks, and chairs smashed to pieces. Chen Shishi’s cheek was swollen and red.

“What happened?!” Yang Jiekai demanded sternly.

With tears still in her eyes, Chen Shishi explained, “A group barged in and started wrecking everything. When I tried to stop them, they slapped me. Manager Zhang was taken away by them too.”

“Where are Old Stick and Qin Feng?”

“They went out early this morning on a debt collection job. Only Manager Zhang and I were left at the office,” Chen Shishi said.

Yang Jiekai immediately realized this was a classic bait-and-switch.

Anyone with half a mind could guess who was behind it. He quickly called Wu the Blind.

“What the hell is this, Wu?” he demanded.

Wu chuckled on the other end, “No big deal, just teaching you a lesson. Bring fifty thousand tomorrow to ransom your friend, or I’ll make sure he gets a serious ‘welcome.’”

He hung up immediately after.

At this, Qin Feng and the others rushed back upon hearing the news. Seeing Chen Shishi’s swollen face, Qin Feng flew into a rage.

“Damn that Wu the Blind! I’m going to settle this with him!”

He was red-eyed and ready to charge out.

“Stop!” Yang Jiekai called him back, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions. “No one moves.”

“What about Wu the Blind? We’ve backed down time and again. This time, I won’t let it go. They wrecked the company, and if anyone lays a finger on Shishi, I’ll fight to the death!” Qin Feng snarled, fiercely protective.

“Right, no more backing down,” Old Stick said quietly.

Yang Jiekai exhaled deeply and said something that stunned everyone.

“Hold off on everything. I have a check for one million yuan. Take it and go to the hospital to ransom Zhang Hua. Remember, no rash actions. Even if they hit you, don’t fight back!”