"1 billion!!!" exclaimed the Minister in disbelief.

Even after all this time, this job never fails to surprise me.

"I couldn't believe it either," replied Woden.

Woden was the leader of the Aesir, the crime enterprise that ruled Asgard, the northwestern part of Midgard. He was in his early sixties, with a head full of white hair. All the stress he took at his job covered his face with wrinkles, but as the head of an organization known for its top-class assassins, he had to maintain an image, so he still had an athlete's physique.

Woden wore his regular black suit with white stripes as he sat in his comfortable chair and sipped tea. Behind him on his office wall was the triangular emblem of the Aesir, with a Crow standing sideways at its center, only its right eye visible.

"A man from the Zanjhi clan came to one of our centers near Jimbo's border and delivered a van full of what might have been the clan's ancestral treasure."

"Isn't the Zanjhi clan wiped out?" asked the Minister curiously.

The Minister was the second strongest assassin among the Aesir and a direct report to Woden. She was in her fifties and had a distinctive appearance, characterized by a squared jaw, distorted nose, and almost invisible upper lip, all souvenirs from her generational inbred family. She was a tall and muscular woman, and her salt-and-pepper hair, which went down to her waist, was her only grace.

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That day, she wore a smooth, deep blue three-piece suit with a notched lapel and matching trousers with tapered legs. She stood before Woden, with only the table separating them.

"They are. It didn't take much time after Sanjo's death for the other clans of Jimbo to eliminate them. However, we received this bounty just a few hours before that."

Sanjo was the leader of the Zanjhi clan, the leader clan of the Reds. Reds were the crime enterprise that ruled Jimbo. Jimbo was the biggest of the three regions that formed Midgard and encompassed its Easter side. It was known that the Zanjhi clan had recently suffered quite a few blows, none so devastating as its leader's death.

"Is the bounty for all the clans involved in Zanjhi's obliteration? Or is it for Latin's leaders?" asked the Minister.

Though there was no proof, the rumor was that the Latins were behind Zanjhi's recent blows. The Latins were the crime enterprise that ruled Olympia, the southwestern region of Midgard.

"This is where it gets surprising; the bounty is for a single person," said Woden with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"One person? One person is responsible for the extermination of the Zanjhi clan?" asked the Minister, unable to hide her surprise.

When Woden placed the empty cup on the table, she could see his mischievous look. His eyes showed that he couldn't contain his excitement. It's one of the few times I have seen him this excited!

The Minister asked sarcastically, "Who are they asking us to kill? A god?"

Woden's smile widened as he said, "Close… They are asking us to kill Floki."

Of all the names she had expected, Floki's name was the last one she had in mind. "Floki? You mean the immortal human from our mythology?"

Woden nodded, "Zanjhi's representative who placed the bounty was adamant that it was Floki who killed Sanjo and brought the downfall of their clan."

The Minister was amused to hear the news. "Do you really think Floki, who no one has seen in thousands of years, killed Sanjo and his clan?"

"That's not for us to decide; we simply execute the hit order."

"I will assign a group of mid-level assassins; they will get the job done."