In a flash of thought, Ling Chen reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. As the fla flickered, aided by the faint light, Ling Chen could barely make out his surroundings within a ter or so. But at that mont, a whooshing sound ca. Before Ling Chen could identify its origin, there was a sharp crack and the lighter in his hand was struck by sothing hard, falling directly to the ground.
Not a bad aim! Ling Chen squinted slightly, growing more alert in his heart.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, two more cutting sounds sliced through the air. This ti, Ling Chen acted without delay, swiftly changing position to evade the ambush.
"Friend, since you’re here, why not co out and et? Or is it because you’re too ugly and dare not show your face?" Ling Chen asked. Although unaware of the opponent’s identity, Ling Chen could sense the adversary’s strong prowess.
In this pitch-black environnt, where even he could not detect the opponent’s location, this person could accurately pinpoint his position. That alone was sufficient proof of their skill.
Whoosh!
A whizzing sound resonated as Ling Chen prepared to dodge. But then, a subtle footstep ca from behind him.
Finally here!
Confirming the opponent’s position, Ling Chen’s lips curled up, imdiately turning and throwing a punch towards the opponent. As the steel fist shot out, Ling Chen felt a rush of joy. He had hit sothing... Wait, no! Ling Chen’s expression changed as he stretched his right hand forward, feeling sothing soft. Was it... clothes? Ling Chen was startled; he had heard of such a technique before—Golden Cicada—a very ingenious escape tactic.
Although he had only ever heard about it, never seen it before, he now got to witness it firsthand.
Just as Ling Chen was marveling at the other party’s technique, a strong sense of danger suddenly erupted from within him.
Damn!
Ling Chen narrowed his eyes and took a sharp step back. Unfortunately, his movent was a fraction too slow, as a fierce gust of air closed in quickly. Fortunately, although slightly late, Ling Chen managed to narrowly avoid a critical hit. Feeling the coolness on his chest, Ling Chen touched it and found a long tear in his shirt.
If he’d been a tad slower, he might’ve been gutted.
Who on earth is this? Ling Chen pondered with furrowed brows. He’s not afraid of experts but does fear tenacious opponents like this. This person strikes and imdiately retreats, disappearing into the darkness without a trace, leaving no tracks to follow.
This person isn’t an expert but an assassin. Experts strike directly, engaging head-to-head, defeating opponents with sheer strength. But assassins won’t do that; their aim is clear: kill the target by any ans, including utilizing the environnt. Only truly skilled assassins know how to make use of their surroundings. Just like this opponent, lurking in the darkness, waiting for a chance to strike fatally.
This person indeed is formidable, but... Ling Chen smirked to himself; what assassins need most is patience, and he... has it in abundance. Forrly when carrying out missions for the Phantoms, to assassinate a target, he could lie in wait motionless for two days and nights, without food, no bathroom breaks, not even blinking. If he were an assassin, he would surely rank among the world’s top-tier, making the first and second on the assassin list step aside.
At that ti, the assassin also realized Ling Chen was tough to deal with, so they didn’t dare continue their assault.
As ti ticked by, Ling Chen and the assassin remained silent, neither making a move, both waiting for the other to show a flaw.
During this ti, several taxis sped past Ling Chen. Seeing him standing in the middle of the road, the taxi drivers mistook him for soone hailing a cab, several stopped, asking where he was headed.
However, Ling Chen ignored them. He didn’t want to expose a weakness and give the assassin an opportunity. Moreover, he didn’t want to flee. Having finally drawn the opponent out, he needed to understand the situation.
In the blink of an eye, over two hours passed.
Neither Ling Chen nor the assassin had moved, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Bored, Ling Chen spoke, "Friend, was it you who ambushed Kaelina and the others last ti? Kaelina said you’re a woman? I can’t understand why you won choose to be assassins, is it fun? I say, you should find a boyfriend and enjoy the joys of being a woman."
Seeing no response from the other side, Ling Chen wasn’t surprised, continuing, "If you don’t have anyone suitable, I can help find a few prospects. I have several friends who are quite excellent in every way, not too old, just right for you. However, they have high standards; their partner has to be good-looking. I wonder if you et their criteria. How about you co out and let have a look?"
"Ah, never mind, beautiful won wouldn’t beco assassins, only masculine tomboy types would do this sort of thing. But being ugly isn’t a problem, today’s dicine is so advanced, many hospitals offer plastic surgery. I think you should give it a try. Once you’re pretty, you’ll have plenty of n chasing you. Then you’ll find that making life is more enjoyable than taking it. If you don’t believe , I can let you experience it for free. How about it, interested?"
"Shaless! Vulgar!" Finally, a cold shout ca from the darkness.
Ling Chen looked toward the direction of the sound but didn’t launch a direct attack. He knew, after making a sound, the opponent would surely change positions. To rush in now would be to fall into their ambush. Though he’d wasted much breath, it wasn’t entirely fruitless; at least he’d confird the opponent’s identity.
Moreover, Kaelina was right; from the sound of that woman’s voice, she didn’t seem very old.
In thought, Ling Chen chuckled, saying, "Isn’t that how n act in front of won? Once you get a boyfriend, you’ll understand."
Regrettably, the opponent didn’t continue the conversation. Ling Chen spoke for a few more minutes, seeing the other side gave no reaction, he simply closed his mouth, and they both fell back into silence.
Perhaps from standing too long and saying so much, Ling Chen found himself hungry again. Fortunately, he still had so previously purchased barbecue on hand. Though cold, it’s better than nothing. Now, Ling Chen opened a bottle of beer, munching on barbecue skewers while staying alert to his surroundings.
"Hey, are you hungry? Want to sit down together and have a bite?" Ling Chen started baiting again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that mont, several whooshing sounds targeted Ling Chen’s vitals. Already prepared, Ling Chen grinned slightly, imdiately dodging. Simultaneously, his wrist flicked, and over ten sharp skewers shot out, aid at the direction from which the projectile had co.
While eating the barbecue earlier, Ling Chen had secretly kept the skewers. Their tips were sharp enough to serve as projectiles.
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