Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1417 - 1416

Midnight.

Outside Barcelona City, Mediterranean Sea.

A small boat is racing through the night at top speed, with two men with Eastern European faces onboard—one steering, the other scanning the sea.

"Over there! Faster!"

The man watching suddenly sees something and points in a direction, signaling his partner to head that way.

Where he’s pointing, under the shadow of night, small points of light are visible; a cruise ship drifts silently over the water, like a wandering ghost, eerily quiet.

The boat speeds up as it approaches the silent ship, and the two Eastern European men secure their vessel and climb aboard.

Immediately upon boarding, they are hit by the stench of blood. The two exchange shocked glances, draw their guns from their waists.

They walk over and see someone lying amidst a pool of blood on the deck. They approach to check and find the person is dead.

"Damn it!"

The two realize the severity of the situation.

They proceed to find more bodies elsewhere, including the cabin, where the Eastern European man in a suit, the Burly Man, and their guest Antonio are dead.

No life remains on the entire ship!

The two Eastern European men turn pale with fear; they never dreamed something like this could happen to the Earth Wolf Gang, known never to fall victim this way. Who the hell did this?

"Inform the boss." One of the men says frantically.

The other reaches for his phone with trembling hands and quickly dials a number: "Boss, they’re all dead!"

"The girl isn’t on the ship."

"One of the ship’s lifeboats is missing; likely, the girl used it to escape."

On the other end of the line, a bearded middle-aged Eastern European man hangs up the call, frowning deeply.

"It’s the middle of the night; they can’t have gone far. They must still be in Barcelona City. Spread the word; we have to find them and make sure they don’t escape!"

The middle-aged Eastern European man orders sternly.

United Kingdom, Lun City West District.

Outside a manor.

The cleaner who killed Lizt and Paul is hiding outside the manor, observing the situation. Outside the entrance, police cars and ambulances are parked, lights flashing, police and medics bustling to and fro, carrying injured people and the deceased out.

The cleaner watches for a while and makes a phone call: "Boss, one of our clients, Joseph Wayne, is dead. He’s the one who bought the United States girl Lucy’s first experience rights."

On the other end of the call, a heavily scarred, sinister-eyed Eastern European middle-aged man responds coldly: "Was it that Asian man?"

Cleaner: "Seems like it."

The middle-aged man snarls, "Is he avenging Lucy?"

Cleaner says: "Not sure yet."

The middle-aged man states fiercely: "Find him! He must die! The Earth Wolf Gang has never suffered such indignity!"

Late night, Eastern European Country.

Inside a house.

Sitting at a round table, a fierce-looking middle-aged man in a robe, with a jagged scar from the corner of his left eye all the way to his mouth, looking terrifying.

The middle-aged man lounges on a comfy sofa, listening as a man reports before him.

"In Lun City, a girl who had already been sold was rescued. Afterward, one of our people was arrested by the police, and a Lun City client, Joseph Wayne, was killed. It’s confirmed it’s all the work of the same person, an Asian."

"In Barcelona, our guest Antonio Kolster was killed together with all our staff, while the girl sold to him is missing."

"These were incidents occurring in two places on the same day."

The middle-aged man’s face grows darker as he listens quietly.

"What is the story with these two girls?" asks the scar-faced middle-aged man.

The man replies, "The Lun City girl is a United States high school student, with a simple background. The Barcelona girl is an Asian captured by our people in Lun City and then sent to Barcelona when a rich man won the bid."

The scar-faced man mumbles, "Lun City, again Lun City... Asian girl..."

He thinks for a moment, "Is it possible both incidents are the doing of the same person? That the real reason for saving these girls is to rescue the Asian girl? If that’s the case, what kind of capabilities does this person have to track from Lun City to Barcelona in one day?"

Cold sweat forms on the man’s forehead. He wipes it away, saying, "Boss, there’s one thing I haven’t reported yet. This afternoon, our auction website was attacked by an unknown source but quickly recovered."

The scar-faced middle-aged man’s expression changes: "What are you saying? Someone hacked our website?"

The man says, "Yes, we don’t know who, but we’ve traced the source of the attack—it’s from the United Kingdom."

The scar-faced man feels a chill on his back: "Does that mean this Asian is also a hacker?"

"He found Joseph Wayne not to avenge the United States girl, but to obtain our website address! He hacked into our site to find out the whereabouts of the Asian girl, thus tracking her to Barcelona!"

The scar-faced man analyzes, astonished, as he never expected such capability from anyone.

If his conjecture is correct, the Asian knows too much; he must not let this person live. He must be eliminated quickly!

"Get Johnson on the line for me," orders the scar-faced man.

The man walks over, picks up a phone, and dials.

"Boss, Johnson is online." The man hands the phone to the scarred middle-aged man.

"John, I received your report." The scar-faced man says.

On the other end, a bearded Eastern European man responds, noticeably respectful, even a bit apprehensive.

"Boss, it’s my fault. I didn’t anticipate this. I’ve already instructed people to look for the escaped girl." The bearded Eastern European man says.

The scar-faced man states, "Listen closely, the opposition is an Asian man, and he must die. I do not want to hear that he’s alive after sunrise, understand?"

The bearded man pauses. How does the Big Boss know the opponent is an Asian man?

Judging by the Big Boss’s attitude, he holds this Asian man in high regard. Who is this Asian man?

"I understand!" The bearded man immediately assures, "Don’t worry, Boss, I’ll find him!"

The scarred man says, "Contact Sanders, he ought to be able to assist you."

The call ends.

Bearded Eastern European man Johnson frowns, "Sanders, isn’t he in Lun City? What’s he got to do with it?"

Not daring to slack off, he picks up the phone and dials a number.

"Sanders, it’s me. Something has just happened here, and the boss asked me to contact you, says you can help." Johnson says.

On the other end, the burly and sinister-eyed Eastern European man responds with an "Oh": "What do you need?"