Douluo's Thief

"Sir, this is the information you want."

The intelligence officer organized the information purchased by the gentleman opposite and placed it on the table.

Opposite him was a young man, this was Ling Dong in disguise.

At this time, his body was weak, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with red threads. You can tell at a glance that it is in poor condition.

If such a person were walking on the street, any man with a little experience would laugh.

Who knows whether this guy did it six times or seven times a night...

But it was obvious that Ling Dong was not what they imagined.

Although his actions were weak, his eyes were vicious and obviously filled with hatred, as if he had an sworn hatred against someone.

Although the intelligence officer on the other side did not change his expression, he quietly recorded Ling Dong's actions and prepared to report it later.

The place where Ling Dong is currently is the Wanji Tower.

I have to say that it is troublesome every time I come to Wanji Building to inquire about things. There must be a story behind everything shown.

This story can't be too simple. It must be carefully planned and created by Ling Dong, otherwise it will be easily seen.

These people who play with information are all human beings.

Ling Dong was here to buy information at this time, and he planned to get a third martial spirit.

Ling Dong's fourth soul skill can steal the soul of a soul master who has lost his ability to resist and turn it into his own soul.

How could Ling Dong not develop this magical skill and just wait for a suitable prey to give him a martial spirit?

But rather than waiting for a suitable spirit to be delivered to his door, Ling Dong preferred to find one himself.

He planned to find a scumbag soul master in Tiandou City, seize his martial soul and then kill him, simply and crudely.

Ling Dong carefully thought about what kind of third martial spirit was most suitable for him, and finally came to an obvious result.

The most suitable one for him is undoubtedly a short sword or dagger spirit.

The dagger of the soul guide has an upper limit, and Ling Dong's mysterious tip cannot be used openly, and it is just a tip, so he can't use it smoothly.

Now that Ling Dong's combat power has skyrocketed, his soul guide dagger can no longer keep up with him, and he needs a more powerful weapon.

And a good dagger-type martial spirit is undoubtedly suitable for his requirements. The flag wood sword technique combined with the soul skills of the dagger-type martial spirit will make his soul power rise a lot.

Compared to the famous Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus or the Clear Sky Hammer, even the most powerful dagger spirit on the mainland may be a little weaker.

But Ling Dong would not deliberately steal these martial souls. The martial soul that suits him is the best. If there is another martial soul that is completely inconsistent with his fighting style, his combat power may not increase but decrease.

He came to Wanji Building, the information exchange, to find out if there were any good martial arts families or soul masters.

Ling Dong's disguised persona at this time was that of a soul master with a blood feud, and the identity of his enemy was unknown. He only knew that he possessed a short sword martial spirit.

Ling Dong, who didn't know the identity of his enemy, could only come to Wanji Tower to buy information, hoping to find some clues about his enemy.

Ling Dong did not tell his story directly, but inadvertently revealed some details, allowing these people who were interested in intelligence to guess slowly.

Ling Dong believed that these people had the ability to figure out this story. If not, then there was no need for him to pretend.

Ling Dong picked up the information on the table and began to read it.

Soon, his gaze stopped.

It was a dandy, a twenty-one-year-old young man named Bao Chang.

Bao Chang is the son of a soul emperor. He possesses a very good mutated short sword martial spirit called the Soul Killing Sword, which was mutated from his father's long sword martial spirit.

Bao Chang's talent is also very high, because of the quality of his mutated martial soul, his innate soul power reaches the seventh level.

Because of his talent, Bao Chang's father, Bao Wen, doted on his child very much and met all his requirements as much as possible.

It's a pity that Bao Chang doesn't have much thought for practicing, and spends his time in Tiandou City instead of doing his real job.

He often used his power to bully others, and often raped women. He was a scumbag.

Although he was not doing his job properly, Bao Chang, who was very talented, still practiced to level 29 at the age of twenty-one.

Although this is not a genius, it can still be regarded as an elite.

Ling Dong secretly smiled, he had found his target.

"Originally I wouldn't mind my own business, but your martial spirit is so fragrant," Ling Dong thought to himself.

Although he found his target, Ling Dong still read all the information and selected several potential targets as Ling Dong's backup tires.

After returning the paper recording the information to the intelligence personnel of Wanji Tower, Ling Dong turned around and left Wanji Tower.

........

night.

Inside a hotel room.

The room is very large, and the living room in the center of the room alone has a lot of area.

In the hall, all the furniture is made of sterling silver and carved with exquisite patterns.

The bright red carpet was covered with embossed red rose patterns, and large red roses were piled into a huge red heart in the center of the hall.

The rich fragrance of roses spreads in every corner of the room, making people dazzled.

There were two women and one man on the bed in the room, and the three of them were performing a fierce scene.

"Ah..." one of the women shouted.

The man among the three was Ling Dong's target, Bao Chang.

Bao Chang, who was enjoying life at this time, never expected that tonight he would experience a life-threatening assassination.

He, Bao Chang, had been served like a king all his life, how could he possibly imagine that.

His assassin, Ling Dong, also sneaked into the hotel where he was and slowly walked towards his door.

Ling Dong's face was dull, with no expression at all, like an emotionless killer.

Ling Dong stopped. He had arrived at the door of Bao Chang's room, with his clone behind him.