Celestial Sea City, Long-Distance Bus Station.
In the station, Song Yanhong smiled kindly and said, "Ah, Ye, you’ve been working so hard, picking up and sending off like this, it’s really..."
Ye Huan smiled and said, "No worries, auntie. Next ti you want to co to Celestial Sea, just give a call, and I’ll pick you up from the village."
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but there’s no need to pick up. You should focus on your careers first. I’m just hoping once your and Qingqing’s careers settle down, you’ll have a child. If you’re really too busy, I can help take care of it." Song Yanhong hinted, her suggestion clear.
In Ye Huan’s mind, a thousand Divine Beasts galloped past—he was just a shield. Even if he accidentally touched Su Qingqing, she might stab him to death with a pair of scissors.
However, he obviously couldn’t say this out loud, or Su Qingqing would be scolded terribly by Song Yanhong.
If Su Qingqing got scolded terribly, she would definitely vent her anger on him, and in the end, he would be the one to suffer!
"Auntie, don’t worry, once Qingqing and I have settled our careers, we’ll definitely consider it seriously." Ye Huan forced a smile, speaking ambiguously without ntioning a specific ti.
"Alright, you two think it over. I’ll be leaving now." Song Yanhong nodded, waved goodbye, and walked toward the bus.
Ye Huan watched her board the bus, then let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Checking the ti, Ye Huan sighed.
He still had to rush back to Penglai Lakefront to pick up Liu Tianyun. He still had to continue being a "driver"!
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Celestial Sea City, Abyssal Requiem Bar, top-floor suite.
"Young Master, the Hundred Transformations Clown will arrive in Celestial Sea today." One-Eyed Dragon’s eyes glead.
White Impermanence, reading a scroll of The Analects in his hand, looked pleased upon hearing this. "Do you know when exactly? Does he need a pick-up?"
One-Eyed Dragon sipped tea and slowly shook his head, "No need. For a hitman, their whereabouts are of the utmost importance and are never disclosed."
"Then... when will the Hundred Transformations Clown make his move?" White Impermanence asked.
"He will make his move today."
"Ye Huan won’t be jumping around for more than twelve hours."
"Rest assured, Young Master, Ye Huan’s days are numbered."
One-Eyed Dragon’s expression remained indifferent, a dangerous gleam flashing in his eyes.
Listening to this, White Impermanence frowned slightly, "I’m still a bit worried that the Hundred Transformations Clown... can so easily take down Ye Huan?"
"Young Master, don’t forget, Ye Huan’s ability is roughly at the level of the fifteenth rank in the Dark World, while the Hundred Transformations Clown is the tenth-ranked assassin."
"The top ten of the Assassin Rankings are a clear demarcation. The strength of the tenth is not comparable to the eleventh."
"To put it bluntly, even if ten assassins ranking eleventh joined forces against the tenth, those ten would surely be the ones to die!"
"Ten assassins ranked eleventh have no chance against a tenth-ranked assassin, let alone Ye Huan, who is only as strong as the fifteenth-ranked assassin!"
One-Eyed Dragon drank his cup of tea, his words full of disdain.
And yet, there was nothing wrong with his statent.
The Assassin Rankings comprises fifty positions, with the last forty being the ones most assassins strive for.
The top ten assassins have a strength that is unmatched by the bottom forty, a well-known fact in the Dark World.
Though One-Eyed Dragon spoke with confidence about the Hundred Transformations Clown’s strength, White Impermanence’s brow remained tightly knitted.
"Are you sure you didn’t underestimate Ye Huan’s strength?" White Impermanence inquired.
This question made One-Eyed Dragon feel sowhat awkward.
Last ti, when Terip went to ambush Ye Huan, he had confidently claid that Terip would beat Ye Huan to a pulp.
Back then, he had mistakenly assessed Ye Huan’s skill to be similar to a twenty-seventh-ranked assassin in the Dark World.
Yet not only did Ye Huan not get eliminated by Terip, but he also sent Terip flying with just one punch...
But this ti... there would be no mistake!
"Young Master, I made an error in judgnt last ti. But this ti I’ve repeatedly analyzed the footage of Ye Huan’s fight with Terip. His true strength is definitely no more than that of a fifteenth-ranked assassin in the Dark World!" One-Eyed Dragon clenched his right fist and tapped his chest twice with a firm gaze, "If I’m wrong this ti, I’m willing to personally take action to slay Ye Huan and then take my own life to apologize!"
White Impermanence lifted his left hand lightly, resuming his reading of The Analects, and spoke calmly, "No need, I’m just asking."
The mont these words were spoken...
With a "clack" sound, the suite’s door was flung open.
One-Eyed Dragon’s expression turned icy. Who dared to intrude on White Impermanence’s private suite in the Celestial Dragon Gang’s headquarters without permission?
He turned his head.
"Young Master!?"
"!?"
They exchanged glances, both stunned.
"How can there be two White Impermanences!?"
"How is there ’another’ ?"
White Impermanence was bewildered.
One-Eyed Dragon’s face changed dramatically, quickly turning his head again.
But the next second, he dared not move a muscle.
A knife glead coldly, its blade adorned with a golden engraving of a dragon and phoenix, pressing against his neck.
The blade was suprely sharp; any slight movent and his throat would be slit open on the spot.
Cold sweat had already completely soaked through One-Eyed Dragon’s collar.
Sitting inside the suite, the "White Impermanence" continued reading The Analects, but a strange, mocking laughter escaped his mouth, "Cyclops, your skills have significantly waned."
The voice was no longer White Impermanence’s, transforming into an indistinguishable, heavily distorted electronic voice.
This mocking laughter was extrely jarring.
As the laughter subsided, he lightly brushed over his face...
And peeled away the human skin mask of White Impermanence.
Revealing a bizarre mask, patterned with an intricate whirl-like design.
This eerie mask was enough to provoke unease and anxiety, making it extrely uncomfortable for anyone who laid eyes on it.
"Hundred Transformations, doing this... you might just scare to death." One-Eyed Dragon’s voice remained calm, trying not to make any excessive movents in his throat to avoid the knife cutting it, which made his voice even more hoarse.
At the doorway, White Impermanence had already drawn a gun, aiming at the "White Impermanence" in the suite.
"Release One-Eyed Dragon, or face the consequences." White Impermanence’s face was somber, finger partially on the trigger.
Under the strange mask, a taunting laughter erupted once more.
A glint of severity appeared in White Impermanence’s eyes, and he imdiately pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The bullet sliced through the air!
"Swish!!!"
The Hundred Transformations Clown sprang into action.
Blades flashed, slicing through the air, visible to the naked eye, rendering the atmosphere into thin white lines.
The incoming bullet shattered into countless tiny fragnts within the bladed onslaught, clattering to the ground.
In just one second, over a hundred strikes were made!
Each of these hundred strikes landed with precise accuracy on the bullet, leaving not a single cut astray!
This blade technique not only left White Impermanence flabbergasted.
But also caused One-Eyed Dragon, who ranked high in the Dark World’s assassin rankings, to have his pupils shrink in shock.
The next mont...
"Whoosh——"
The sound of a piercing wind echoed throughout the suite.
White Impermanence stood rooted, his lip trembling.
His typically impassive face, now marked by fear.
As a swift wind brushed past, the Bokata-47 handgun he held was pierced along with the dagger into the back wall.
If the dagger had deviated even by a milliter, it would have pierced through his skull!
The voice of the Hundred Transformations Clown lacked any semblance of emotion, "Try that again and die."
As the words fell, she sat back down.
"Hundred Transformations, was it necessary to scare my young master?" One-Eyed Dragon frowned slightly, though his expression held so dissatisfaction.
"Your young master is playing with toys, but I... don’t like playing with toys."
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