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"What if we don't?" Qin'er laughed upon hearing this.
"Huh?" The man in black appeared somewhat astonished, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes before he coldly replied, "Then we'll kill both of you... I pity your youth, so I was reluctant to do it, which is why I thought to let you go!"
Qing Luan looked at the ragtag group before her, wondering who had sent them and why such lowly individuals had been dispatched. Did they look down on her, or did they think these people were impressive?
"Boss, stop wasting time with them; we don't want any complications," one of the men in black urged. The boss was good at many things, but when it came to killing a few men, he wouldn't say a word. Yet with two delicate girls, he was flustered and completely forgot the reminder to show no mercy.
"I know," the man in black said, thinking of the bounty he could earn. He smirked and said, "Fine, since you’re so unappreciative, I’ll just kill you." It was a shame for such lovely girls to meet their end like this.
"Who..." Qing Luan was about to mock him by saying that it was uncertain who would kill whom when she sensed something was off. In the blink of an eye, another group of cold-eyed assassins surrounded her and Qin'er—these were the real killers.
"Who are you?" Qin'er asked again, but unfortunately, this time no one answered her.
Qing Luan looked at the people surrounding her, her eyes flashing with sharpness. Then she taunted the original group of men in black who had tried to ambush them, saying mockingly, "How pathetic, being used by others while feeling so pleased with yourselves!"
If she guessed correctly, that first group was meant to confuse them. Once they were dead, those men in black would also perish, leaving no trace of the true mastermind behind it all.
"You... what are you doing?" The man in black felt the shift in their demeanor and attempted to question them with bravado. However, his inner insecurity betrayed him as he stammered out his words without any authority. "If you want them, I can let you have them..."
It didn't matter who got killed as long as he could save his own life.
Unfortunately for him, he received no answer—only a sharp longsword piercing through his heart.
"You..." The dying man in black widened his eyes in disbelief as he turned to see who had killed him. Sadly, halfway through his turn, he collapsed without ever knowing his assailant.
With a loud thud that startled the remaining men in black, Qing Luan's eyes widened—she hadn’t seen the person standing behind the man in black before; only when he fell did she truly see... No, they were all dressed like him. She couldn't make out their faces, but the mark at the corner of that man's eye was something she would never forget.
Damn it, it was him who led the slaughter of the entire fishing village!
A surge of anger welled up inside her. She struggled to contain herself, knowing how dangerous the situation was. If she revealed that she knew they were the ones responsible for the massacre, it would lead to an endless pursuit, putting both Tide and Zhao Yun in jeopardy. So she clenched her fists tightly, determined to restrain herself... She would have her revenge on these murderers!
Strength did not require proof; whoever survived was the strong one.
The black-clad men who had intended to assault her were nothing but tofu before a true killer, falling dead with such ease that Qing Luan could only murmur, "Amitabha." They showed no mercy; after all, they were young women, and witnessing such a bloody scene could lead to nightmares.
"Miss," one of her companions nervously tugged at her sleeve as the assassins approached. The earlier calmness was due to the lack of murderous intent from those black-clad men; their mediocre skills were easily dealt with. But now, they faced real killers, and one misstep could cost her life.
"Do you want to kill me?" Qing Luan did not back down; instead, she fixed her gaze on the man with a mark on his face and asked coldly.
The marked man was taken aback by her question. Most people in such situations would either panic and ask who wanted them or beg for mercy. No one remained as calm as she did. To reward her composure, he decided to share another piece of information with her...
"Heh heh, you didn't die five years ago, and you won't escape this time either," he said. Her life was surprisingly resilient; he had thought she had perished back then. Little did he know that while the entire village had perished, the main culprit had escaped.
"Five years ago?" Qing Luan feigned surprise. "Why would I have died five years ago? When did you ever try to kill me?" His audacity was remarkable; he must have believed he was doomed today.
"Heh heh, knowing too much isn't good. When you die, I'll tell you everything so you can rest in peace," he said, retracting his words. If anything went wrong and the information got out, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for him.
The atmosphere became tense. The black-clad men hesitated for some reason and did not attack immediately. Instead, they slowly formed a circle around her, unlike before when they had dispatched their previous targets as if chopping tofu.
"Attack!" Just as one of the black-clad men swung his knife at her, Qing Luan shouted sharply. Several figures darted past swiftly, taking down a few of the men surrounding her. Meanwhile, four men with distinct appearances but unfathomable skills stood beside Qing Luan and Qin'er.
"Qin'er, protect the miss," the leader commanded coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent—an aura that didn’t need to be forcefully projected but emanated from deep within, forged through countless brushes with death.
"Mm!" As soon as she saw them appear, Qin'er felt a weight lift off her shoulders and quickly nodded in response.
"One-on-one, or should we take them all at once?" Chi looked at the few stunned individuals in front of him, raising a ghostly smile as he coldly questioned.
He had wanted to make a move earlier, but the young lady had kept stopping him. Now, with a fire burning in his heart, he found it hard to swallow without teaching them a good lesson.
"I prefer a group beatdown," Qing Luan said coolly while standing beside Qin'er. "Didn’t they just want to gang up on us? A dozen big men against two little girls—it's laughable!"
The man with the mark on his face realized he had kicked a hornet's nest upon seeing the four imposing figures radiating intense killing intent. This woman was indeed not simple.
"Leave the one with the mark on his face; kill the rest," Qing Luan instructed in a low voice, narrowing her eyes.
Upon receiving the order, Chimera wasted no time and began to act—within moments, the once smug men in black started falling one after another, leaving only the marked man to escape after losing an arm...
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