432: 0433 with a sentence!
(Fourth Update) 432: 0433 with a sentence!
(Fourth Update) Run!
As an old hand in the world of assassins, he deeply felt the terror that Ye Qiu embodied.
Duyao deeply regretted taking on this mission.
Had he known he would be facing soone as ruthless as Ye Qiu, he never would have collaborated with the other assassins.
Now, his only chance was to flee this ground of dispute unscathed, Duyao hastened his steps, risking his life to escape.
Eight assassins, almost utterly annihilated, with only one spared who had crippled a foot, and yet his odds of living to leave this place were the greatest.
As Duyao silently prayed for Ye Qiu to go after the immobilized assassin first, an indifferent voice ca from behind him.
Duyao reluctantly stopped, having already fled at top speed, but still, the pursuer had caught up to him.
Duyao understood he couldn’t escape.
He turned around to see Ye Qiu walking leisurely towards him, footsteps light, without any strong aura emanating from him, and yet, the less he seed to try, the more daunting he beca.
“You must be one of the core mbers among these assassins,” Ye Qiu said, staring at Duyao.
“Correct, I admit defeat.
Please spare , I swear I will never step foot here again,” Duyao pleaded, not wishing to confront Ye Qiu.
Even as the strongest among the eight, he conceded that even all eight combined could not defeat him.
His skills had not yet reached the level of an Assassin King, let alone to fight with the one before him who clearly bore the presence of an Assassin King, would be sheer suicide.
Therefore, Duyao, in his wisdom, imdiately conceded, begging for Ye Qiu’s rcy.
“Spare you?
Heh…” Ye Qiu chuckled.
“Tell who sent you here, and if your target is Shen ngchen?”
“The rules of the assassin world forbid revealing the employer’s information, I ask for your understanding on this matter, I swear I will never make a move again,” Duyao replied vaguely, evading the question.
At that mont, he finally took a good look at Ye Qiu’s face.
A man even younger than him.
This person…
Duyao’s eyes suddenly narrowed; he recalled the photograph the client had tossed to him, warning to be careful of this person.
At the ti, Duyao paid no heed, giving it only a glance before carelessly shoving the photo into his pocket.
Trembling, he withdrew the photo and compared it with Ye Qiu, viewing it properly for the first ti.
It was indeed the man before him.
So, he was this terrifying.
Duyao was filled with an array of emotions.
Had he known earlier, he wouldn’t have acted so rashly.
None of his associates knew of Ye Qiu’s existence; it was his own carelessness and underestimation that had led to this predicant.
Now, the bitter fruit of his previous contempt had co to bear; all the assassins but him had essentially been made useless by this young man before him.
Regret was now pointless.
“A vow?
You, an assassin, vowing to is truly the world’s biggest joke.
Didn’t your employer tell you who I am?” Ye Qiu finished speaking and tossed a card.
Duyao caught it and saw two characters for King Yan on it.
His legs trembled instantly—King Yan was the Assassin King, King Yama of the assassin world!
He had unwittingly provoked the once vanished Assassin King, the living King Yama!
At that mont, Duyao could no longer contain his fear; he turned and continued his flight, for he had never heard of anyone angering King Yan and living to tell the tale.
King Yan was a presence even more terrifying than an assassin, feared by syndicates around the world, as well as by assassins themselves.
To have dared to provoke such an existence was like an old man courting death by willingly consuming arsenic, as if resenting his own long life!
Duyao turned and fled, not daring to utter another word.
Ye Qiu remained silent, his steps seemingly slow yet covering ground swiftly, steadily pursuing Duyao, the distance between them growing shorter.
“If you run again, I’ll cripple one of your arms,” Ye Qiu’s voice ca faintly.
Upon hearing this, Duyao’s body shook.
Clenching his teeth, he turned and ran towards the darkest spot he could find.
Hmph!
With Ye Qiu’s cold snort, the air itself seed to vibrate.
Instantly, a white flash streaked across the night sky, hitting Duyao’s left shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.
Duyao nearly stumbled and fell, but he dared not stop to touch the wound.
His legs, like a car fueled with oil, sprinted wildly.
“It seems you don’t want your other arm either,” Ye Qiu’s words hit Du Ya’s heart hard, but he dared not look back, he could only keep moving forward with all his might.
With a flick of a finger, ‘Boom!’ a spray of blood mist burst forth!
Du Ya’s other arm drooped down, losing control, swinging like redundant flesh on his wildly running body.
Du Ya was cruel enough to himself, his arms hung powerless as he still tried to flee, relying on his legs to fight for his life.
Unfortunately, the next second, he felt a pain in his leg and crashed to the ground, flung violently outward.
In that instant, Ye Qiu had crippled another of his legs.
The True Qi shot out like a knife, severing Du Ya’s limbs; although the sinews and flesh were still attached, the vital connections had been severed.
Unable to continue his escape, Du Ya was now in a pitiful state, with nothing on his body able to move except for his nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and just one leg.
“I’ll ask you one more ti, who sent you?” Ye Qiu’s voice was like the grim reaper ringing a bell, pushing Du Ya to the edge of ntal collapse.
“Still not talking, fine!” Ye Qiu flicked his finger, and with a ‘Puchi’ sound, the only limb that could still move was now also severed by Ye Qiu.
Du Ya lay on the ground with a thud, unable to support his upper body.
“Since you’ve chosen not to speak, I have no choice but to send you on your way.”
In Du Ya’s eyes, Ye Qiu was as rciless as the Judge of hell, decreeing life and death.
As he saw Ye Qiu about to flick his finger again, Du Ya’s spirit could no longer hold up and completely collapsed, spilling everything he knew.
After discovering the true identity of the employer, Ye Qiu knew which business associations were still stubbornly resisting.
Monts later, Ye Qiu had captured the la assassin and also carried Du Ya back, both of them like little chicks, brought all the way back to the Longjia Building.
Ye Qiu did not kill all the assassins, adding it up, only one dead and eight crippled.
Ye Qiu left a ssage for the brave assassin who had chopped off his own foot and then allowed the few n to leave.
Once the assassin crisis was fully resolved, police cars arrived at the Longjia Building.
Soone had called the cops.
Ye Qiu didn’t care, though the Longjia female staff mber who had fainted from fright woke up and called the cops imdiately, all the bloodstains had already been cleaned up by Ye Qiu.
As Shen ngchen, the President of Longjia, intervened, the female staff mber only had to claim that she had been mistaken due to blurry vision, and the matter was completely resolved.
After everyone left, Shen ngchen sniffed Ye Qiu, seeming to sll sothing, then with her wide eyes, she said softly, “Thank you, if it weren’t for you, I might have been in danger.”
“It was just so small fry, I said I’d protect you completely, and I ant it,” Ye Qiu said.
Shen ngchen laughed, feeling a great sense of security, but then her big, rolling eyes shifted as she asked in a low voice, “Did you really kill soone?”
Ye Qiu smiled mysteriously, “What do you think?
If I killed for you, would you offer yourself in return?”
“Psh, no way, I don’t want to marry you, you big pervert,” Shen ngchen pouted, turning her head away, uninterested in dealing with the smug Ye Qiu.
“Miss, even if you won’t offer yourself in return, a kiss would do!”
“You shaless!”
“Then how about a hug!”
“If not, touching your little hand would suffice…”
“Get lost!”
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