In a five-star hotel, someone openly took out an anti-tank rocket launcher, ready to cause mass destruction and just blow everything up. This kind of behavior can’t even be described with the simple word “arrogant.”
Ordinary assassins would never dare to be so reckless.
But you have to admit, this method is simple and brutal, and its destructive power is astonishingly strong. It’s basically the best choice for killing and stealing. Against weapons with this kind of large-scale, terrifying destructive power, any form of stealth assassination or any expert marksman is just a pile of useless garbage.
As long as you block off any escape routes and hit your target, no matter what level of expert they are, they’re all finished.
This reckless assassin in black had used this method many times in his past missions. Most of the time, his assassinations succeeded; only occasionally did they fail.
But whether he succeeded or failed, nothing like today had ever happened — where the ammunition hadn’t even been fired yet, and a flying knife had already ruined everything!
This hallway was about twenty meters long. He had hidden himself at the very end, completely masking his presence without making a sound. In his opinion, it was almost impossible for Jiang Fei and the others to detect him.
Even if they did spot him, they wouldn’t be able to stop him in time. He figured he would most likely blow them all to pieces.
Who would have thought that flying knife would be so accurate? It was like it had a homing device!
A million thoughts, like a herd of alpacas stampeding in his mind — that’s how the assassin in black felt. He was absolutely shocked. But his training was solid. As soon as he saw that his rocket-propelled grenade had been destroyed, he knew the only thing he could do next was to retreat immediately, or else he was in for a world of hurt.
Even though the ammo crate behind him held other munitions, he clearly didn’t have time to reload.
He tossed the anti-tank rocket launcher, turned around, and fled, disappearing at the end of the hall. But Jiang Fei, who had thrown the “Little Li Flying Knife,” reacted even faster.
“Trying to run?” A cold smirk curled at the corner of Jiang Fei’s mouth. Before the hotel’s female server could even react, his body had turned into a blur and vanished.
Swoosh!
At the far end of the hallway, near the corner, there were two potted plants. Even though it was winter, the plants still had green leaves. As a breeze blew through, the branches rustled, and two leaves were swept into Jiang Fei’s hand. Using his skill of “No Sword Surpassing the Sword,” the two leaves instantly turned into incredibly sharp, divine weapons and shot through the air, chasing down the escaping assassin in black.
Ding, ding…
At this critical moment, the assassin in black gave up on running. He spun around and swung his hand back in a reverse motion. A shiny dagger appeared in his hand, and he accurately intercepted the two leaves Jiang Fei had casually thrown.
“Hmph…”
He blocked the leaves, but the violent force contained within them traveled up through his dagger. Like a surging tide, it spread from the assassin’s hand along his arm and into his body. Instantly, the web of his thumb cracked and bled.
He let out a muffled grunt. It felt like the force from those two leaves had almost shattered the bones in his arm. He stumbled backward, barely managing to avoid falling flat on his face.
“Oh? You managed to block my two leaves.” Jiang Fei was a little surprised.
Sure, those two leaves were just a casual toss from him, not his full power. It was far weaker than the sword techniques he used during his decisive battle with Yanagi Munenori on Emei’s Golden Summit.
But even so, those two leaves still held at least thirty to forty percent of his killing power. The fact that this assassin in black could block them meant his close-combat skills were at least at the level of a Hua Jin expert.
While Jiang Fei was just slightly surprised, the assassin in black was terrified out of his wits.
He stared at Jiang Fei in disbelief. This young guy had just displayed an unbelievably masterful flying knife technique, something he had never seen before. And now, by casually tossing two leaves, Jiang Fei had knocked his dagger away and numbed his entire arm.
What… what kind of master was this?
Any thought of resisting vanished from his mind. His only thought now was to escape. This young man was far too terrifying.
But with Jiang Fei right on his tail, there was no way he was getting away. Jiang Fei waved his hand again, summoning a powerful gust of wind. Two more leaves turned into blades and shot forward.
This time, Jiang Fei was more serious, and the two leaves contained an even denser sword intent. Although these leaves didn’t have the “never miss” accuracy of the Little Li Flying Knife, their destructive power was greater, even surpassing it.
The sword intent of “No Sword Surpassing the Sword” was fully infused within them. The assassin in black pulled a pistol from his pocket and fired two shots, hitting the leaves. But it was useless. The leaves, imbued with the strongest sword intent, sliced right through the bullets.
Pfft, pfft!
Two spurts of blood burst from the assassin’s kneecaps. The bones were instantly shattered into pieces. Even though this assassin had reached the Hua Jin level, he crumbled to his knees on the spot.
Jiang Fei walked up slowly, stopping in front of the assassin. He sneered, “No wonder you were bold enough to come after us alone with a rocket launcher. Turns out you’re an SS-class assassin.”
Reaching the Hua Jin level in martial arts makes you a top-tier assassin, classified as double S level. And this guy was also a master of modern weaponry.
Never mind the anti-tank rocket launcher; his marksmanship was also incredible. The only reason Jiang Fei could deal with him so easily was because of his current power. If it had been Jing Zhe, Lie Shou, or the others, even if they were prepared, killing this man would have been extremely difficult.
“Who are you?” The assassin’s eyes were filled with terror as he stared at Jiang Fei.
By then, Jing Zhe, Lie Shou, and the other members of the Seven Kills unit had caught up. Seeing the damaged anti-tank rocket launcher abandoned at the end of the hall, they felt a chill run down their spines.
Thank goodness Jiang Fei was there and had sensed the danger beforehand. If that rocket had been successfully launched, even if they had reacted quickly enough to find cover inside the suite, they would have been in bad shape — injured for sure.
“It’s you! ‘The King of Thermal Weapons,’ Moore!” Lie Shou recognized the assassin’s face, and his eyes immediately turned red with murderous intent. He yelled furiously, “He’s the one who killed Qiao Qiao!”
“Die!”
Crack!
Lie Shou stomped his foot down on the assassin’s already shattered knee. The sound of grinding, splintering bone was sickening. The other members of the Seven Kills unit showed no mercy either. Remembering how Qiao Qiao and Shou Qiang had died, their hatred boiled over. Torturing this bastard to death a thousand times over wouldn’t be enough to quell their rage.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They used the most vicious, most sinister techniques on this double S-class assassin, Moore. They tortured him until this man, who was comparable to a Hua Jin expert, wished he could neither live nor die. He was barely human anymore. Finally, they slit his throat. He clutched at his neck, but the blood wouldn’t stop spraying out. He died in agonizing torment.
Jiang Fei stood by, not intervening. Of course, he didn’t stop them either. He just made sure the hotel server, who had come over to check on things, was knocked unconscious so she wouldn’t witness the scene.
Blood stained the carpet and walls, splattering onto Jing Zhe and Lie Shou as well, making them look rather gruesome. But the murderous intent in their eyes lessened somewhat with the spilling of blood.
Jing Zhe let out a long breath. He was about to turn and talk to Jiang Fei when he noticed Jiang Fei standing in front of a guest room door with a strange smile on his face. Jiang Fei squinted and said, “If that guy was Moore… then the person hiding in here must be… Prince William, right?”
Whoa!
At those words, Jing Zhe and the others froze for a moment, then their faces twisted with boiling rage again as they surrounded the door, staring at it intently.
Moore had killed Qiao Qiao with a single bullet to the head. But this Prince William had tortured Shou Qiang to death! How could they consider their revenge complete without killing Prince William?
Boom!
Jiang Fei struck out with his right palm, unleashing a burst of violent energy that slammed heavily into the door. The door to a five-star hotel room, while not as tough as a professional security door, wasn’t weak either. But with this seemingly gentle slap, Jiang Fei blasted it open.
However, the instant the door burst open, bullets came flying out in rapid succession.
Someone was definitely inside!
But Jiang Fei and the others had expected this. No way they were going to get hit. They all dodged to the sides, and the bullets hit the opposite wall harmlessly.
Jiang Fei smirked meaningfully and was about to charge in when Jing Zhe, Lie Shou, and the others couldn’t wait any longer. Each pulled out their own pistols, popped around the corner with agile movements, and opened fire wildly into the room.
All of them were burning with rage. Wave after wave of bullets suppressed William inside instantly. He only had one gun and was alone, while Jing Zhe and his team had four guns.
With the enemy’s fire suppressed, they didn’t hesitate or get timid. One after another, they rushed inside, determined to trap William in that room.
“Jiang Fei, don’t get involved. Leave this scumbag to us,” Jing Zhe said in a cold, grim voice.
As long as they could kill Prince William and destroy the Sky Net organization, that would avenge Qiao Qiao and Shou Qiang. But the way they achieved that revenge — whether by relying on Jiang Fei’s strength or their own — made a big difference.
Jiang Fei nodded and calmed the inner energy he had just gathered.
These Seven Kills unit members were pretty strong. Especially Jing Zhe, the Lion King’s personal disciple. With her there, taking down a double S-class assassin wasn’t a problem.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Muffled gunfire echoed from inside the suite. Clearly, the pistols had silencers, so the firing sound was low, but the noise of shattering glass and lamps was piercing.
The gunfire lasted about half a minute before it ended with a scream from William, followed by the sounds of fists and feet connecting and vicious cursing.
Clearly, this Prince William, who loved to wear a pristine white suit and had a handsome face, met the same fate as Moore, the King of Thermal Weapons. A quick, painless death was impossible for him. Before he died, the Seven Kills unit would make sure he suffered plenty.
Inside a building not far from the Brown Hotel.
On a large LCD screen, the image showed the once-handsome Prince William getting his face beaten into a bloody, swollen pulp, before finally being shot in the head.
On a sofa in front of the screen sat a middle-aged man with silver-white hair and eyes sharp as an eagle’s. Standing respectfully beside him was a gentle, refined young man. This was the same person who had previously gone to invite the ascetic, Michael.
Watching Prince William, another double S-class assassin, die, the middle-aged man nodded and said, “Alright. Those two double S assassins have completed their task. Go inform the ascetic Michael and Augustine. They can make their move.”
The young man nodded, but his face showed some confusion. “Director, there’s something I don’t understand. Since we were going to have the ascetic Michael and Augustine act anyway, why send Moore and Prince William to their deaths? Was it really worth sacrificing two double S-class assassins just to test Jiang Fei’s strength?”
The silver-haired man said coldly, “Why not? Setting aside the fact that those two double S assassins didn’t really follow our orders, and we had to pay a huge price just to hire them — if we can bury Jiang Fei here permanently, any price is worth paying! It’s the Lion King who didn’t come to London, but Jiang Fei instead. It’s unexpected, but looking at it now, that might not be a bad thing. In fact, it could be a great thing!”
The gentle young man was surprised. “Why? Jiang Fei coming to London ties up Michael and Augustine. That means our forces in the Middle East, overseeing Asia and Africa, will likely be completely destroyed by the Lion King! And then, when Jiang Fei is dead, the Lion King will probably be too cautious to come to Europe alone. By the time he goes back to China for reinforcements, Sky Net will truly be finished.”
The silver-haired man glanced at him and said thoughtfully, “If we can kill Jiang Fei, it doesn’t really matter if Sky Net is destroyed… We destroy one Sky Net organization, we can start another. But as long as Jiang Fei is alive, we can’t make any progress in China. This Jiang Fei, quietly and without anyone noticing, has already grown this powerful. If he hadn’t taken the initiative to leave China and come to Europe, who knows when we would have found another chance to kill him.”
The young man finally understood.
That was the truth.
Given Jiang Fei’s current strength, it would take at least two ascetic-level masters attacking him together to kill him.
And on Chinese soil, the idea of secretly sending two ascetic-level masters to kill someone without a sound? Impossible.
