After ten days of preparation, Lin Feng’s squad received a total of 28 commissions, with 930 people applying.

The total income exceeded 150 billion, and it was paid in full.

Currently, the Avengers Alliance consists of fifteen people, and even if distributed evenly, each person would get ten billion.

The financially strong squad members started purchasing the soul skills they wanted.

All Diamond soul skills.

Strength is the foundation; once dead, you have nothing.

These days, as the soul skills were acquired, Lin Feng was also helping his teammates absorb soul skills while searching for the ones he wanted.

All the preparations were in place. On the day before departure, Lin Feng’s squad had just finished eating and were chatting casually in the villa.

After dinner, an hour of chatting is the alliance’s habit. Unless cooperating for battle, everyone does their own thing without interference.

At this moment, Yu Qiao was slumped on the sofa very close to He Jun, only half a meter apart, almost leaning next to him.

He Jun had a somewhat helpless expression. These days, she had been bothered by Yu Qiao and was quite depressed.

She wanted to put on a stern face, but it was useless against the shameless Yu Qiao.

"Keeping so much money is pointless for you; isn’t it better to lend it to me? With interest!"

Yu Qiao said with a smile.

"No money!"

He Jun directly refused, her tone firm and attitude resolute.

Since getting the money two days ago, Yu Qiao kept targeting her, trying every chance to cozy up and borrow money.

She was already dreadfully annoyed.

"You can’t absorb soul skills, and the money is useless to you. Putting it in the bank has only a small interest rate. Why not lend it to me! I’ll give you one percent interest. How much interest does the bank give you—don’t you know which is more worthwhile?"

Yu Qiao did not give up and continued to persuade.

"I can’t absorb them now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to in the future, okay?"

These constant, opportunistic babblings left He Jun speechless, and she could only respond coldly.

Currently, she was already a seven-star Demon Spirit Master. With a large number of sacrifices, her Demon Spirit had grown to seven tiers in just two months. The speed was unbelievably fast, but even so, she still couldn’t absorb a soul skill.

She had tried multiple times.

Upon joining Lin Feng’s squad, as long as it wasn’t a rare Demon Spirit, anything they needed was available, but it all ended in failure.

Due to her inability to absorb soul skills, this sum of money was targeted by Yu Qiao, which also left He Jun feeling helpless.

"Who knows how long it’ll take? I’ll return it to you when you can absorb soul skills. It’s not like I won’t pay you back—and with interest!"

Yu Qiao hadn’t given up; he had found a good soul skill, but didn’t have enough money, so he wanted to borrow some.

"Aren’t you annoying? Brother Feng has money; go borrow from him." Little Sister Dong rolled her eyes.

"Lin Feng is even more in need of money than I am." Yu Qiao said.

It was true that Lin Feng needed money because he was also collecting soul skills. Lin Feng had higher taste, wanting more expensive ones, and even if he had money, Lin Feng wouldn’t lend him any.

Hearing what Yu Qiao said, He Jun quickly replied: "Then I’ll borrow from Brother Feng, fine, but not from you."

Compared to the unreliable Yu Qiao, Lin Feng was naturally more reassuring.

"No need, just keep it yourself."

Lin Feng smiled while glancing at Yu Qiao, "You can ask Dean Bu to lend you some, as he doesn’t use money either."

Yu Qiao looked at Bu Zheng, who also looked back. The two exchanged a glance, and Yu Qiao chuckled, smartly refraining from self-embarrassment.

"Idiot."

Yun Tianqi sneered, and Yu Qiao immediately retorted angrily: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"You’re the idiot."

"I asked who you are calling an idiot?"

The meaningless conversation ended in a tussle, ultimately concluding when Yu Qiao vanished using Invisibility. However, during the playful banter, Bu Zheng’s expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Stay alert."

Simultaneously, Lin Feng also stood up abruptly, looking at the firmly closed door.

The others seemed not to have reacted, not yet understanding the situation, but seeing Bu Zheng and Lin Feng’s serious expressions, they instinctively gathered together.

"As expected of the Little Dragon King, your vigilance is impressive."

An eerie voice suddenly resonated in the room. Simultaneously, a phantom figure appeared out of thin air before everyone near the door and gradually solidified.

He was a man about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in black attire and wearing a cat-faced mask.

"Bu Yuanlong being able to discover my presence is one thing, but even you can notice it!"

The man looked at Lin Feng, his voice carrying a hint of surprise.

"Is it a clone soul skill? And not just a simple clone skill, but a combined soul skill?"

Lin Feng asked while observing the man.

The fluctuation from the man was very subtle. If not for the Fish Dragon Transformation cultivation technique sensing moisture in the air, he wouldn’t have noticed it.

The man glanced around and said to himself, "That’s right, you also cultivated the Fish Dragon Transformation. Reports suggest you cultivated up to the Fifth Transformation; now it seems far more than just the Fifth Transformation!"

"Could it be the Sixth Transformation, reaching that level in two years? You are indeed very interesting; this isn’t something that can be explained just by outstanding talent! Among you all, you’re the most intriguing!"

Listening to the uninvited guest’s words, Lin Feng’s expression remained calm, as he inquired, "Coming uninvited is rather impolite, isn’t it?"

"Impolite?"

The masked man spoke with a hint of sarcasm, and the next moment, his figure vanished, suddenly appearing in front of Lin Feng.

Everyone silently observed the scene; even Bu Zheng did not intervene, watching quietly.

He had never seen Lin Feng’s true strength, but he was sure it was no weaker than his own, perhaps even stronger.

This masked man was merely a clone, able to exert only a portion of the power.

As the masked man disappeared, Lin Feng extended his right hand, with lightning gathering in his palm to form a Thunderbolt Cone. When the masked man appeared before him, Lin Feng thrust it towards the opponent’s chest.

The lightning-charged right hand encountered no resistance, directly piercing through the opponent’s chest.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

The masked man laughed. As the lightning crackled, his form dissipated like light and reappeared beside Lin Feng.

"Divine Level soul skill, Light Shadow!"

Lin Feng said in some surprise.

Among thirty Divine Level soul skills, attack skills occupied half, with only seven types of defense skills, and Light Shadow was one of them. Like the Illusion he absorbed, it was a defense soul skill.

It could make the body phantom-like, defending against physical and magic series attacks.

But compared to Illusion, the effect of Light Shadow is obviously stronger.

This soul skill not only defends but can also sneak using light.

With the clone soul skill and light shadow, no wonder he can appear in front of them unnoticed.

This masked man employed the clone soul skill, limiting his strength, but he still manages to blend into light and shadow, indicating his strength is definitely more than just King Level.

He is very likely an Emperor.

The other people obviously guessed this too, their faces slightly changed, but fortunately, it’s just a clone. No matter how powerful a clone soul skill is, it can only exert 60-70% of the main body’s power.

A clone of an Emperor can easily slaughter a King, but as the distance between the clone and the main body increases, its strength weakens.

The clone before them might only have one-tenth of the main body’s power.

"Is that all you’ve got? If so, I’ll be disappointed," the masked man mocked.

"Light Shadow isn’t invincible either."

Lin Feng said, and as soon as he finished speaking, the masked man’s form froze, and an illusory ghost appeared behind him, emitting waves of spiritual energy.

"A Resentful Spirit? When did you deploy it?"

The masked man asked in astonishment.

He knew that Lin Feng possessed this soul skill; Light Shadow can ignore most attacks but is countered by curse soul skills. He was prepared, yet he never noticed Lin Feng deploying this soul skill, nor when he was affected.

"Quite a capable soul skill!"

The masked man exclaimed, attempting to use Light Shadow again but was disrupted by the Resentful Spirit, failing several times before finally succeeding. Yet the Resentful Spirit still hovered behind him, rooted inside, continuously corroding his mind and forcing his form out.

"Using a curse soul skill on a guest is not hospitable."

The masked man gave up struggling.

"Are you a guest?"

Lin Feng asked with a smile, and then a second Resentful Spirit appeared behind the masked man. The two Resentful Spirits continuously emitted spiritual waves, causing the masked man to show signs of disintegration.

This is a sign the clone is about to disappear.

"I came to deliver money," the masked man said.

"Gold Coin Organization!" Lin Feng asked.

Upon hearing about delivering money, Lin Feng could more or less guess the other’s identity.

The Gold Coin Organization, the largest killer organization in the world.

Every organization has its pursuits, like Pure Land, whose goal is to protect the last pure land.

For instance, New World, whose motto is to embrace a whole new world.

Whereas the Gold Coin Organization, its name is tacky, and its pursuit is equally mundane—gold coins.

Their principle is money; as long as there’s money, any task can be posted, with no bottom line or principles.

This organization gathers the world’s top assassins, with members from all over the world.

Joining the organization doesn’t require identity verification, just simple online registration to get a code and you can take on tasks or post them.

But there are different levels.

Different levels take on different tasks. If you want to take on higher-level tasks, you can provide a deposit.

Because it’s fair and there’s a vast array of tasks, the Gold Coin Organization is the first choice for all assassins.

In Maple Forest, Lin Feng’s team killed many, including targets with bounties from the Gold Coin Organization.

And Lin Feng’s team is also a bounty target.

"You guessed correctly."

The masked man smiled, throwing out a card: "An anonymous black card, totaling 43 billion."

Lin Feng took the card and casually put it in his pocket.

"I’m very interested in you all. If you’re interested, you can join Gold Coin directly, and become a gold medal killer."

The masked man said to everyone, his gaze falling on Yu Qiao.

An assassin is the best killer. Yu Qiao has good talent, with a potential to become a top-level killer. Of course, killers aren’t necessarily all assassins, so Lin Feng’s team could all join the Gold Coin Organization.

"It’s worth considering."

Lin Feng nodded slightly. Killing and making money, why refuse?

In the Gold Coin Organization, killers are divided into five levels: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Diamond, Divine; very similar to the levels of soul skills.

A gold medal killer is already not low; typically, it takes over five years for an average killer to rise to gold medal status.

This level can take on most tasks.

"Are you a Divine Level killer?"

Lin Feng asked.

Rumor has it that the Gold Coin Organization has five Divine Level killers, each having killed an Emperor. One of the conditions to become a Divine Level killer is to have killed an Emperor.

Lin Feng suspected this masked man was a Divine Level killer.

"Guess?"

The masked man smiled as his form began to disintegrate, leaving only a final sentence before disappearing.

"Lin Feng, I’m increasingly interested in you all. Looking forward to our next meeting."

After the masked man left, the atmosphere at the scene was a bit heavy.

"Seems like keeping a low profile doesn’t work!"

Huang Tianze said.

Though they gained 45 billion, they couldn’t be happy because they were targeted by a Divine Level killer.

This feeling is not good.

This killer, though seemingly friendly, there are no guarantees.

"We’re not exactly low profile, are we? Announcing the blockade of the Seven-Star and Eight-Star Space Gates, how is that low profile?"

Ye Qiu retorted.

"It’s okay, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Lin Feng smiled, not taking it too seriously.

Pure Land, New World, Gold Coin Organization— as their strength grows, one top-level organization and powerhouse after another will appear before them.

Lin Feng was not afraid, only excited.