"Did you see him?"
In a dark, lightless room, a cold voice was heard, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"We saw him. As you said, he’s very skilled. I estimate his power is enough to rank sixth on the Earthly List." At this mont, three people stood outside the room. If Ling Chen were here, he would definitely recognize these three as the ones who attempted to assassinate him in East Sea City that day.
"Zhu Hong, this opponent of yours is quite tough." A young man spoke, "When we were in East Sea City, we specially investigated his background. Essentially, the whole of East Sea City is under his control, moreover, he recently opened the Dragon Tiger Hall, recruiting a lot of experts, and his power is growing rapidly. However, I’ve heard that Ling Chen had a fallout with the Heavenly chanism Pavilion. Given the pavilion’s nature, they probably won’t let him go."
"Humph! I don’t care about the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, Ling Chen’s life is mine, no one can take it from . Alright, you all go for now, keep a close watch on Ling Chen’s movents."
"No problem. By the way, I asked the master, you still have about a month left before you can co out. How’s the feeling inside? Can you hold on?"
"This is just a small matter for , I’ve been through worse."
"Impressive! No wonder the master chose you. Well, we’ll get busy now. Contact us if anything cos up." After speaking, the three turned and walked out.
In the dark room, there was a water tank about two ters long, filled with a black viscous liquid, emitting a foul stench. At one end of the tank, a disfigured head appeared, marked with burnt scars, devoid of eyebrows and hair, only those sharp eyes emitting a fierce light.
This person was none other than Zhu Hong, who was once lost in the desert.
At that mont, in the thick black liquid, long eel-like creatures occasionally surfaced and then subrged again. Simultaneously, Zhu Hong let out a faint groan, his face contorting as if enduring imnse pain.
Persevere! Zhu Hong gritted his teeth; this was the only thing he needed to do now. Only by persisting could he gain everything.
Recalling everything that happened recently feels like a nightmare to him.
Back then, after getting lost in the desert, with no water, no food, and no way to use the phone, he was entirely trapped. To survive, he killed his companion, drank his blood, and ate his flesh. Though disgusting, Zhu Hong had to endure it to stay alive.
However, the desert heat caused the companion’s corpse to rot rapidly. After consuming too much rotten flesh, Zhu Hong finally couldn’t hold on and fell ill in the desert. Just as he thought he was done for when he fell unconscious, fate didn’t abandon him.
When he woke again, he found himself lying in a room, his injuries already healed.
The person responsible for treating him was an old man, and he was from Huaxia. Moreover, it was this old man who found him in the desert, saved him, and gave him another chance at life.
Through understanding, Zhu Hong gradually figured out the old man’s identity. The old man was not an ordinary person but an assassin, and the place he was still in was deep in the desert. However, it was a base for training elite assassins, and the old man was the head of this base.
After his injuries fully healed, the old man gave him two options: beco his disciple or leave. Zhu Hong didn’t hesitate and chose the forr. The reason for such a decision was because he witnessed the training of these assassins.
These people were not just assassins but experts. If he could harness this power, he could do anything he wanted.
Honestly, at that ti, Zhu Hong also wondered why the old man wanted to accept him as a disciple. It wasn’t until later, while chatting with his fellow disciples, that he learned the old man’s main reason for accepting him was his characteristics.
An assassin is dark. A person who could slaughter a companion and devour flesh and blood to survive also had a dark heart. Such a person was most suited to be an assassin.
During his ti in the assassin base, Zhu Hong didn’t idle, he learned a lot about this place.
Assassin! To his forr self, it was just an insignificant profession. With money, an assassin is just a dog to command. However, this base changed his view on assassins. To be precise, the elite assassins trained here were unlike those in the outside world.
Like his master, the old man hailed from an assassin family. For hundreds of years, the family had served the royal family, performing unspeakable deeds for them. Even now, they continued serving the wealthy and powerful. Moreover, their service was lifelong and did not accept temporary hires. Because of this, they beca invisible in the assassin world.
Zhu Hong knew this assassin’s power was like a poisonous snake, lurking in the grass, rarely revealing itself. But once it acted, no one could escape its deadly bite.
His master told him, although his potential was good, he lacked a strong foundation. Therefore, his master specially concocted a potion to improve his physique so he could grow faster. According to the master’s requirent, he must soak in the potion for two months until his physique fully transford, only then could he proceed to the next step. Currently, it’s been a month. In the beginning, every day was unbearably painful, with a desire to end it all. However, to beco stronger, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Just wait! Sooner or later, I’ll have you all bowing at my feet.
...
Another month passed in a blink.
Ling Chen was living comfortably. With Tong Zhentian and He Ziyun managing the Dragon Tiger Hall, there wasn’t anything for him to worry about. Apart from practicing his skills, he spent his days relaxing and enjoying with his many female companions.
Yet, despite the ease, Ling Chen didn’t lower his guard. He knew he had made too many enemies; only by continually strengthening himself and expanding his power could he prepare for upcoming crises.
The Heavenly chanism Pavilion, a critical challenge he must overco.
This day, Nanrong Wanqing and the others went to work, while Ling Chen stayed at ho, intending to solidify his recent learnings. Suddenly, a phone rang.
"Hello! Fatty, calling for sothing?"
"Are you free? Join for a trip to the hospital. Just received a ssage saying Ling Beichuan is critically ill."
Critically ill?
Ling Chen felt a rush of anxiety; this was troubleso. Ling Beichuan held a wealth of information about Ling Gengqiu. Ling Chen was counting on extracting Ling Gengqiu’s grave location from him. If he died, it would be a huge loss for Ling Chen.
After hanging up, Ling Chen quickly donned his coat and drove straight to the hospital.
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