Coming to London, he never had any intention of going easy on the assassins of the Sky Net organization. Watching Jing Zhe and the others torture prisoners in a somewhat “inhumane” way, he didn’t think it was over the line at all.
He truly hated these assassins to the core.
Even a clay figure has a temper, and Jiang Fei was never one to be magnanimous or easily forgive a grudge. These guys kept sending assassins after him, treating him like prey, setting up trap after trap. If he hadn’t been so strong, those bastards would have killed him who knows how many times by now.
A real man seeks revenge. Facing enemies who wanted his life at every moment, Jiang Fei had reached his limit.
That’s why he had voluntarily told the Lion King that when the time came to wipe out the Sky Net organization, he wanted in. Because Jiang Fei needed to personally witness this assassin organization being destroyed by his own hands before he could feel satisfied.
After taking care of the two double S-class assassins, it was time to deal with the remaining small fry of the Sky Net organization…
Well, actually, they weren’t exactly small fry. The ones left were all S-class assassins with considerable reputations in the underworld. But in terms of strength, not only were they nothing in front of Jiang Fei, even the members of the Seven Kills unit could take them out easily.
Jiang Fei and the Seven Kills unit had no intention of showing mercy to these S-class assassins either.
“We’ve caused quite a commotion here. Even though we turned off the cameras beforehand, we can’t just leave these bodies lying around, right? The London police aren’t going to just ignore this,” Jiang Fei said, watching Lie Shou and the others finish their work. Prince William, the double S-class assassin, was dead beyond dead.
“Don’t worry. Before we came, we already contacted the special department here in London. As long as we don’t cause an enormous disturbance — like letting Moore’s anti-tank rocket actually explode — the London police won’t get involved. And as for the bodies, a dedicated department will handle them afterward,” Jing Zhe said.
Jiang Fei nodded.
But he couldn’t help feeling a bit amazed. It seemed not everything in Hollywood blockbusters was complete fiction. Every country probably had certain special departments that handled unusual matters. The things happening in real life might even be more absurd than in the movies.
It’s just that ordinary people never get the chance to witness such absurdities.
Take this internationally renowned five-star hotel with its tight security. A major violent incident had just occurred, and an anti-tank rocket launcher was almost used. Yet the hotel was “completely unaware,” not to mention it never made the news.
Lie Shou, looking like a slightly chubby guy, stretched his wrists, wiped down his pistol, and snorted, “Hmph! We’ve taken out both double S-class assassins. The rest aren’t worth worrying about! Why wait until tomorrow? Let’s just go knock on their doors today and let them get a taste of death!”
“Yeah! Letting these bastards live even one more second is too merciful. The best thing is to send them all to hell as fast as possible!”
“Jiang Fei, you don’t need to help us anymore. Now that we’ve dealt with the King of Thermal Weapons and Prince William, we can handle the ordinary Sky Net assassins ourselves.”
Some of the Seven Kills unit members chimed in.
Taking out the two double S-class assassins was a form of revenge for Qiao Qiao and Shou Qiang. Although these people were still hurting inside, at least they had vented some of their anger, and their spirits were a little higher.
Even Jing Zhe, who had been very cautious at the start, didn’t object anymore.
Earlier, she had been worried that Sky Net had something big planned, given how well prepared they seemed. Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare confront the Seven Kills unit head-on. But the current situation had surprised her a little. Two double S-class assassins had been killed right under Sky Net’s nose, and they hadn’t sent any stronger fighters to rescue them. They just watched their people die. That suggested Sky Net probably didn’t have any backup plan.
After all, two double S-class assassins weren’t ordinary people. If there had been any way to save them, why would Sky Net just let them die? They only would have watched them die if they had no other choice.
As for why Sky Net had been crazy enough to provoke and openly challenge the Seven Kills unit in the first place — maybe it was because they knew the Seven Kills unit was planning to wipe them out completely. Knowing they were doomed with nowhere left to run, they might have just decided to smash everything and go down fighting.
Seeing how everyone’s confidence had shot up and they were all raring to go, Jiang Fei shook his head and said seriously, “No. I’m coming with you.”
“Why? You don’t think we can handle those damned Sky Net bastards?” Lie Shou and the others asked.
Jing Zhe, on the other hand, didn’t look too surprised. She asked carefully, “Jiang Fei, did you sense some kind of danger? Are there other powerful masters hiding in the hotel?”
When it came to Jiang Fei’s ability to sense danger, Jing Zhe was completely convinced. In her opinion, even her master, the Lion King, wasn’t as good as Jiang Fei at detecting enemies and foreseeing threats.
They had just seen evidence of that twice in a row: first when Jiang Fei discovered the King of Thermal Weapons, Moore, hiding with an anti-tank rocket launcher, and then when he found Prince William lurking in the guest room.
If it weren’t for Jiang Fei, they would never have known Moore was planning to ambush them with a rocket launcher, nor would they have known Prince William was hiding silently in that room.
But Jiang Fei shook his head again. “Even though I have a feeling this operation won’t end so easily or simply — there are likely more powerful enemies yet to show themselves — as of now, there shouldn’t be any other fighters beyond double S-class in this hotel. So don’t worry about it for now. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle ordinary assassins. It’s just…”
He paused, a strange smile flickering in his eyes, then continued, “I’m just… very interested in two of the remaining S-class assassins.”
The smile on Jiang Fei’s face made Jing Zhe, Lie Shou, and the others feel… uncomfortable.
When Jiang Fei said he was “interested” in those two assassins, he didn’t look like he was talking about enemies. It was more like the look of someone seeing a delicious “meal”… or a beautiful woman!
“Interested in two of them?” Jing Zhe chose to forget the smile she had just seen. She wondered, could there be assassins in the Sky Net organization that Jiang Fei knew personally?
And from the sound of it, they weren’t enemies but rather acquaintances.
If that was the case, it was no big deal. There were plenty of other Sky Net assassins for them to kill. Letting two go for Jiang Fei’s sake wouldn’t be a problem.
“The assassins code-named ‘Monkey’ and ‘Shadow,'” Jiang Fei said, recalling the information from the earlier intelligence.
“Two assassins from the island nation [Japan]?” Jing Zhe asked, surprised.
Jiang Fei nodded with a smile. “Leave those two to me. I won’t interfere with the others.”
“…”
Jing Zhe was speechless.
So these were two assassins he wanted to personally take care of. She had thought he was asking to spare their lives.
But if you’re planning to kill them yourself anyway, why make that weird face earlier? Do you have some kind of special fondness for people from the island nation?
Thinking back to a few major incidents involving Jiang Fei back home — first personally killing the strongest dual-sword master, Miyamoto Ichima, then fighting the island nation’s contemporary sword master, Yanagi Munenori, at Emei’s Golden Summit and winning decisively… Now Jiang Fei wanted to personally eliminate two more island nation assassins. Jing Zhe didn’t find that strange at all.
It seemed this young genius was, like most of the Seven Kills unit, something of a “passionate youth” [a nationalist].
“Alright then. We’ll leave the two island nation assassins to you, Jiang Fei, and we’ll handle the rest. Let’s split up!” Jing Zhe said.
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Inside the Brown Hotel, the Seven Kills unit moved in silence.
Due to the intentional, unspoken arrangements by both Sky Net and the relevant departments of Great Britain, there were actually very few ordinary guests in the hotel that day. It was as if the hotel had been booked out exclusively for Sky Net and the Seven Kills unit.
Just shortly after the Seven Kills unit began their operation, a luxurious Bentley and a supercar with a roaring, ear-piercing engine pulled into the parking lot at almost the same time.
First, a bald man wearing sunglasses stepped out of the supercar.
He wasn’t particularly burly, nor was he a typical muscular Westerner. On the contrary, his physique was quite well-proportioned. He didn’t have an ounce of excess fat, but his muscles weren’t overly pronounced either — achieving an optimal, perfect balance. Every movement he made suggested something extraordinary.
This man was Augustine — once known as the “Devil,” one of a handful of people worldwide for whom the Vatican had actively revoked a wanted notice. He now lived in seclusion in Latin America.
From the multi-million-dollar luxury Bentley emerged an old man holding a cane. He wore a tattered, discarded monastic robe, with graying hair and a thick, unkempt beard — he looked like a beggar. The stark contrast with the lavish supercar was jarring. It felt like watching a beggar panhandle with a bowl made of pure gold.
This man was, of course, Michael — one of the few remaining ascetics of the Vatican.
After getting out, the two naturally crossed paths and, without rushing, walked into the Brown Hotel together.
It was a comical scene.
On one side, an ascetic representing the purest faith and most unadulterated devotion of the Vatican. On the other, a “Devil” once so full of wickedness that the Vatican couldn’t wait to kill him. Yet here they were, walking shoulder to shoulder like teammates.
In fact, the two might as well have been teammates that day. And they were about to fight side by side.
Because today, they shared a common enemy.
“China truly is a magical place. Talented people emerge in every generation. It’s a blessed land with countless masters — recognized worldwide as the place with the most experts. Of course, that might have something to do with their massive population. But still, for someone so young to possess such formidable strength is simply unbelievable,” Augustine said as they walked into the hotel.
The cane-wielding, tattered-robed ascetic Michael showed little emotion on his face. He said blandly, “Whether this man really is as formidable as the legends say, and whether he truly defeated Yanagi Munenori in a fair fight, will have to be confirmed when we face him.”
“Ha ha. Fair enough. A young upstart reaching the Dan Jin level and defeating Yanagi Munenori — it does sound a bit far-fetched. But regardless of whether it’s true or not, it’s just his bad luck to run into you, Ascetic Michael. He’s destined to fall here today. Don’t you think so, Ascetic?” A sly smile curled at the corner of Augustine’s mouth.
Ascetic Michael turned his head to look at Augustine, catching the implication in his words. He snorted coldly and said, “Enough small talk. Back when the Vatican revoked your wanted notice, that was the decision of a few cardinals. We ascetics had no part in it. If you think you can do whatever you want, then let’s have a little competition today. Let’s see who ends up taking Jiang Fei’s life!”
Augustine clapped his hands and laughed heartily. “Excellent! Truly worthy of the Ascetic Michael! Then let’s give it a try today and see which one of us gets to end this young genius’s life!”
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Fifth Floor, Brown International Hotel.
Two S-class assassins from the island nation, code-named “Monkey” and “Shadow,” were both staying on this floor. And since they seemed to have a good relationship — coming from the same country — they were even sharing the same guest room.
Jiang Fei arrived at their door and used his perception to scan the inside. Confirming they were both there, he didn’t hesitate. Using his usual method — simple, brutal, but effective — he blew the door open with a single palm strike.
Swish! Swish!
The moment the door burst open, the room was pitch black. The blackout curtains were drawn, and the lights were off. Through the darkness, Jiang Fei could only make out two figures and three flashing blades coming straight for his head.
The assassin called Monkey was wielding two swords, while Shadow was using a single sword.
If these two had been masters of firearms and used suppressing fire to keep Jiang Fei out of the room, he might have had a bit more trouble. But for them to be so foolish as to think they could beat him in close combat was like throwing eggs against a stone.
“I’ve already defeated the best of your dual-sword style and the best of your single-sword style. And you dare show off in front of me?” Jiang Fei laughed.
He had already drawn his long sword from his storage space. With the tip of his blade, he casually stabbed forward twice — as effortlessly as a gazelle hanging its horns.
Plop! Plop!
Two dull thuds of a blade piercing flesh sounded. Jiang Fei hadn’t moved an inch from where he stood. The tip of his sword was now stained with dripping blood. The two S-class island nation assassins now each had a new hole — one in his chest, the other in his abdomen.
His Dugu Nine Swords, now raised to the third level and perfected, had long since returned to a state of pure, unadorned simplicity.
Even in the pitch-black night, with his vision obscured and unable to see his opponents’ techniques, relying solely on the fluctuations of their sword wind, Jiang Fei could still find the flaws in their swordplay.
