Chapter 551: Asura, Today is Your Day of Death

"Commander Mozigel, five enemies spotted!"

In the abandoned factory's underground, the remaining assassins and special agents of the Yun Ci Guild were all mobilized. In a separate room, a man clad in an old-style military uniform donned his cap, listening to the reports from his subordinates, his eyes exuding a cold glow.

Mozigel put on a military coat and tied a sheath around his waist. With his gloved right hand, he caressed a bayonet, and a cold smirk hung on his resolute face.

"Hmph, they've finally come!"

Mozigel sheathed his bayonet and turned to his subordinates with a cold smirk.

Ever since he had arranged for people to make a move against Ning Fan and his companions upon their arrival in Europe, he knew this day would inevitably come. Asura would not be the type to sit and wait for death. The remnants of the Yun Ci Guild must have been a thorn in his side, a sliver of agony in his eyes—how could he let them remain?