Chapter 859 - 861: Rescuing Mu Hong, Destroying the Teutons (Part 3) - The King of Urban Mercenaries - NovelsTime

The King of Urban Mercenaries

Chapter 859 - 861: Rescuing Mu Hong, Destroying the Teutons (Part 3)

Author: A pot of tea
updatedAt: 2025-09-22

CHAPTER 859: CHAPTER 861: RESCUING MU HONG, DESTROYING THE TEUTONS (PART 3)

"Perhaps you feel you’ve shown enough sincerity. Unfortunately, I don’t feel it at all. From your perspective, your idea is indeed good, but you used the wrong method."

"I used the wrong method?!" Teutons seemed astonished as he repeated Vulture’s words, then surveyed the people inside the submarine, finally focusing his gaze back on Vulture, and sneered, "Perhaps, you’re right. By doing this, I indeed used the wrong method. But have you considered if it weren’t for your organization suddenly issuing a Judgment Order against me? If you weren’t coveting my nuclear submarine, why would I think of using such a method? All of this, you forced me into!"

"Originally, all I wanted was to hijack those so-called rich elites living in luxury. Borrow a bit of money from them to improve my and my subordinates’ lives. Along the way, buy some weapons and equipment, head back to Soloha and take revenge on Baron. This would also offer my subordinates and myself an outlet. What does all of this have to do with Hell’s Judgement?!"

"For so many years, I thought I’d never offended your Hell’s Judgement. It was you who first issued the Judgment Order and troubled me. You want my life! Now I’m just temporarily detaining you, asking your people to do some things for me. I know my method may be wrong. But I’ve offered you compensation! This nuclear submarine is the payment I’m giving you."

"From start to finish, I never intended to back down. I just decided to change the way we cooperate. You say my method is wrong, to show my apology, I promise you, once you help me deal with Baron, I will open all of Soloha’s markets to you. When I say all the markets, I mean all industries, whether legal or illegal, I’ll open them to you."

"I believe I’ve shown enough sincerity. You mercenaries, to put it bluntly, risk your lives for money. The promises I’ve made to you are valuable enough. Just this nuclear submarine alone should be enough for you to assist me. This kind of cooperation is highly beneficial for both of us. I can’t understand your reason for refusal."

"Unless you want to die!"

With Teuton’s words, the already tense atmosphere inside the nuclear submarine only grew more oppressive.

It became even more murderous.

Teutons’ men, originally pointing guns at Vulture and his three, edged closer, further limiting Vulture’s group’s space for resistance.

"What are you doing?! What are all of you doing?! Lord Vulture hasn’t said he refused me yet! All of you, step back, or if because of you, Lord Vulture refuses me, I’ll throw each and every one of you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Pretending to glare at his men, Teutons refocused on Vulture, speaking seemingly amiably, "I hope Lord Vulture won’t mind my men’s lack of manners. I know my method might not be good. But I have no choice. Your organization is prestigious, if I didn’t do this, I’m afraid Lord Vulture you wouldn’t even give me a chance to change the way we cooperate."

"Now, let’s speak frankly. I have just one condition. As long as your organization can help me eliminate Baron, you can name your price, as long as it’s within my power, I won’t hesitate. Of course, because I’m cautious and your organization is renowned, our cooperation premise is, before your organization helps me eliminate Baron, Lord Vulture, you must stay on my nuclear submarine."

"I can swear on it, as soon as your organization helps me eliminate Baron, I will immediately release Lord Vulture. During this time, Lord Vulture, you can freely move around my submarine. If you feel bored, I can have my men show you various underwater views. Lord Vulture, just treat it as a vacation. After success, I will definitely—"

"You can rest assured this won’t succeed," interrupted Vulture’s chillingly cold words, "because I never planned to agree to you."

With Vulture’s words, the already murderous atmosphere inside the nuclear submarine instantly rose to a critical point, as if any spark could ignite the entire submarine.

Simply put, both sides are now at a critical point where conflict could easily erupt.

"Vulture, I think I need to remind you. Outside, I cannot confront you, the head of Hell’s Judgement’s Central Continent base. However, now you’re inside my nuclear submarine. So what if there are your people outside? So what if you’re mighty? You’re in my hands now. Your life is for me to decide!"

"Your life indeed is valuable, killing you would bring me trouble. But if you’re unwilling to cooperate, then I’m sorry. Anyway, I’m already at the end of my rope; if I don’t deal with Baron, I’m dead sooner or later. But for you, Lord Vulture, to die on my nuclear submarine would be quite pointless."

"I think I’ve made myself clear enough. If Lord Vulture changes your mind now, everything I said before still stands, and we can discuss any additional requests you have. I’m ready to pay any possible price. As long as Lord Vulture is willing to cooperate, everything is negotiable."

After Teuton’s words, Vulture intensely eyed Teuton for a few seconds, then spoke with slight disappointment, "If you had approached me before hijacking the cruise, perhaps I would have considered talking to you. After all, your offers indeed had some tempting points. Unfortunately, now it’s all too late."

"No matter what, you shouldn’t have hijacked the cruise. Furthermore, you shouldn’t have cleverly tricked me onto this nuclear submarine. Your plan and your expectations were very good. Unfortunately, you got one thing wrong."

Vulture’s gaze settled on Teuton’s grim face around the submarine, speaking coldly and deliberately, "You overestimated your own power."

With Vulture’s words, the two Hell’s Judgement Organization members that accompanied him into the submarine, experts in submarines, moved swiftly towards Teutons’ men, ready to strike...

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