Chapter 632: Chapter 702: A House Full of Assassins
Fang Yi’s little cottage beca a sought-after destination for many assassins.
“Too old, get lost!”
“Too green, get lost!”
“Yo, just Bronze Level and you want to follow Abandoned Dragon? Get lost!”
The living room echoed with Fang Yuying’s resolute and rude voice, which did not last for long before it was cut off.
Fang Yi quickly pushed Fang Yuying into the bedroom and pleaded, “My dear granny, could you just behave, watch so TV, play with your phone, isn’t that nice?”
“I’m not your granny, I’m your sister,” Fang Yuying emphasized, then continued, “Besides, I’m screening for you. My eyes are sharp and ruthless. If those assassins want to beco your subordinates, naturally, they have to get my approval.”
“It’s recruiting, not you, please take it easy,” Fang Yi sighed. He really had a headache because of Fang Yuying.
Ever since the recruitnt ssage went out, many assassins had co to visit, eager to follow Fang Yi.
Firstly, it was because Fang Yi had made a na for himself on the top floor of Jinrong Building that night, and secondly, the title Abandoned Dragon made the assassins yearn and flock to him like moths to a fla. The title of the world’s number one fugitive was not for nothing.
The main reason was that Fang Yi had already made promises—those who followed him would live the high life, and past attempts on his life would be water under the bridge.
In the past couple of days, many assassins had co one after another, expressing their desire to follow Fang Yi, but for so reason, Fang Yuying, with so misfiring synapse, also got involved, claiming to be screening them.
Fang Yi was speechless. It seed all those years he spent overseas were for naught.
Seeing Fang Yi’s helpless look, Fang Yuying felt she had achieved her goal and showed a triumphant smile, “Alright, alright, I was just playing around. Since you begged like this, I have to give you face.”
Fang Yi brought his hands together in prayer, as if worshipping Buddha, and finally got what he wanted.
Going back to the living room, Fang Yi noticed more people had arrived; the room was packed. Originally, Qian’er was able to prepare tea, but now there weren’t even enough paper cups left. Fang Yi waved his hand to send Qian’er downstairs.
Fang Yi pulled up a chair to sit on, lit a cigarette, and felt that the scene looked like a gangster eting, where he was the boss with a crowd of underlings standing before him.
“The last one who ca in, please close the door,” Fang Yi said.
With the door closed, the living room was full, with no fewer than twenty or thirty people.
These people were mostly from Xuan Cang, with only a few foreigners among them. They were all assassins, and it was evident from their deanor and looks.
Fang Yi took a deep breath of smoke, letting it swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling a puff of smoke and then spoke leisurely, “The purpose of your visit is known to both you and . I’m a straightforward person, so I’ll just say one thing—if you want to follow , stay; if you don’t, leave. Although I hold grudges, I’m certainly not petty.”
What he ant was: co and go as you please; I won’t stop you.
Yet no one left. A lean man from the front stepped forward, smiling and saying, “We’re all here to follow you. Since we’ve co, naturally we will follow you. Isn’t that right, everyone?”
“Yes, we ca here because of your reputation.”
“I can’t believe you’re the legendary Abandoned Dragon!”
“We’ve really been blind not to recognize Mount Tai, even entertaining the thought of killing you. We were so stupid.”
“I’m sticking with you!”
Everyone was talking at once, expressing their excitent.
In fact, most of them, as assassins, were not very high in rank—with the highest possibly only at Diamond Level—but they had heard of the legend of Abandoned Dragon.
The so-called idol is an object of worship for certain people, and Fang Yi was exactly the figure they idolized.
When Fang Yi was abroad, he used to rob big nas like drug lords and arms dealers, and occasionally, he would even dare to tweak the tails of those superpowers.
Once soone has a dazzling aspect to them, they beco attractive. What these assassins were seeking was sothing too—in reality, they were seeking a kind of “freedom,” and they saw that in Fang Yi.
So, when Fang Yi sent out a recruitnt ssage under the na Abandoned Dragon, the assassins flocked to him to the point they nearly broke down his doorstep. This also suggested that Fang Yi’s actions abroad weren’t entirely t with opposition from everyone.
Fang Yi raised his hand for silence, and the living room imdiately quieted down.
Fang Yi glanced over the crowd and said, “If you want to follow , I hope it’s not just a fleeting whim. Let put it this way, anyone who follows must obey my arrangents—my word is law. If you can’t do this, please leave.”
So people left.
“Anyone else?” After a few had gone, Fang Yi asked again.
…This ti, no one.
Fang Yi stood up, walked a circle around them, then picked out a few individuals to be team leaders. He then divided the remaining assassins into groups for easier managent.
Fang Yi always preferred to be a hands-off leader, but these assassins needed to be properly assigned first. Each one had to be registered. At that mont, Qian’er stepped forward and offered to help Fang Yi with the registration.
Fang Yi smiled, finding the young girl quite agreeable.
And so, in the following ti, Fang Yi finally got so downti. Before long, Song Wuliang arrived, volunteering to assist Qian’er by fetching tea and water, tending to every need.
“That fatso really has hopes for a swan’s flesh,” Fang Yuying comnted.
“True love knows no barriers,” Fang Yi replied.
“Really? Dear brother, then tell , how many true loves do you have?” Fang Yuying asked with a teasing smile.
…
Fang Yi sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, starting to enjoy his dostic life regardless of how many assassins were in the house. Soon after, soone ca with a basket of fruit.
Cai Qin was wearing a blue trench coat, her black hair draped over her shoulders, wavy at the ends. Tall and with a standout figure, her long shapely legs were encased in jeans, making her the epito of a stylish city woman.
Fang Yi hurried to welco her inside, but her eyes imdiately fixed on the full house of assassins with a suspicious gleam.
“These people are…?”
“Assassins.”
“Assassins?!”
“Yes, the whole house is full of them,” Fang Yi said with a smile, with a hint of provocation.
As a mber of Dragon Team, Cai Qin knew that the Dragon Team always stood firmly against assassins. Now that Fang Yi’s house was full of them, she was as shocked as she was furious.
“Spill it, why do you have so many assassins in your house?” Cai Qin stared directly at him.
“Holding a party, believe it or not?”
“…No!”
Fang Yi personally made a cup of tea for Cai Qin and handed it to her, then lay back on the sofa and asked, “What brings you to grace with your presence today?”
Cai Qin put aside the matter of the house full of assassins for a mont, her expression serious as she said, “I’m going on vacation.”
Fang Yi laughed, “Congratulations, old Zhao finally gave you so ti off.”
“Don’t be too happy too soon.”
“Why’s that?”
Cai Qin’s lips curled into a complicated, indiscernible smile. She parted her lips slightly and said, “Because… you’re going too.”
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