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Situ Yu looked at Politeness with a puzzled expression, but Politeness had no time to meet the gaze of the extremely handsome man. Instead, he turned around and locked the door, then called for Tong Bailong to move a sofa over to brace against the entrance. After scanning the surroundings for any other vulnerabilities, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
At that moment, Civilization had finished inspecting the fourth-generation 796. After spending so much time together, he had developed a sense of attachment to the gun. As he caught sight of Politeness arranging the villa, he couldn't help but smirk and say, "It's rare to see you nervous."
Politeness shot him an ungrateful eye roll and replied with a hint of grievance in his voice, "Who knew that being around you crazy people would lead to unexpected situations? I’m not done living yet!"
Flower Snow Moon was also inside the room. Hearing their conversation, she sensed danger and calmly explained to Situ Yu, "Someone is here to assassinate." She said no more, her gaze uncontrollably drifting upstairs, resembling a heartbroken woman from Jiangnan lamenting her fate.
Upon hearing about the assassination attempt, Situ Yu's heart tightened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. The experiences he had gained over the years in the Underworld had equipped this young boy with an extraordinary mindset far beyond his age.
Tong Bailong tossed a bag of snacks into the trash can and wiped his hands on his clothes before looking around for anything handy that could be used as a weapon in case of a fight. Politeness gave Tong Bailong a thumbs-up for cleaning up the trash, but received an eye roll in return.
Tong Bailong thought to himself that all Politeness knew how to do was eat; he was truly a lazy fellow who didn't know how to clean up.
Civilization watched this scene with a smile and asked Politeness, "You've been with the Unification Alliance; what do you think their background is?"
Politeness shifted his gaze from Tong Bailong to the window and casually remarked, "It seems like they are assassins from something called Starlight Ranking. I know they hired quite a few at a high price, but I haven't interacted with them directly."
Civilization was unsure about the specific strength of Starlight Ranking, but Flower Snow Moon chimed in.
"The assassin who killed the madman last night came from Starlight Ranking and is ranked third."
Hearing this, both Civilization and Politeness grew serious. They were aware of Jufeng's injuries from last night; although not severe, they were still significant—the spikes had penetrated deep into the bone and would take at least a month to heal completely. If it were a one-on-one fight, they were confident they could handle even the top-ranked assassin without fear. However, assassins never played fair; their goal was always to win by any means necessary. Now that seven or eight people had arrived outside, if they were all among the top ten assassins from Starlight Ranking, tonight would indeed be challenging.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—the assassins had arrived.
Politeness and Civilization exchanged glances upon hearing the knocking sound, both momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter out of anger. These assassins were truly arrogant; did they really expect those inside to stick their necks out waiting to be cut down?
Politeness intended to go to the door and give them a taste of humiliation in return, but Civilization stepped forward first.
"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out, striking the same spot on the door in quick succession. The second bullet pushed the first one out of the door, leaving a hole behind.
Politeness turned back with a thumbs-up, feeling exhilarated. Such an impressive marksmanship would surely give the assassins on the other side something to ponder.
Indeed, after the gunfire, silence fell outside the door. However, after a brief moment, Politeness's keen ears detected something amiss. He hurried to the door and listened intently, suddenly his expression changed dramatically. He rushed back and urgently warned those inside.
"It's a bomb! Fall back!"
Politeness moved swiftly, returning to the depths of the room in an instant, gathering with everyone else. Just a second later, a loud explosion erupted from behind them. The massive door, along with its frame and wall, shattered violently, sending countless snowflakes swirling into the room.
The temperature dropped instantly as a group of seven figures followed the flurry of snowflakes.
Emerging from darkness into light were seven individuals—five men and two women—each distinct in shape and size. The two women wore tight-fitting outfits; while their beauty couldn't compare to Flower Snow Moon, they were nonetheless attractive in their own right.
As the seven entered the room, a chilling aura swept through it. The snowflakes continued to pour inside, creating a chaotic dance of cold and warmth.
However, the five opponents were not to be underestimated. Ignoring the murderous intent that rushed toward them, Civilization and Flower Snow Moon stood armed with guns, while Politeness had nothing in hand, his hands tucked into his pockets. Tong Bailong held a glass bottle, likely having searched for something more suitable earlier but found nothing.
"Wow! I didn't expect so many people in here! Looks like there's going to be quite a show tonight," came a sarcastic voice from a frail-looking man.
Upon hearing this, Politeness couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"Hmm!?" The speaker glared at Politeness with wide eyes. Politeness quickly explained, "Sorry, sorry! He was tickling me over there just now; I couldn't help it. My apologies."
Tong Bailong beside him looked bewildered, thinking to himself when did I ever tickle you? What a liar! The person across was equally foolish to believe such nonsense!
The originally tense atmosphere was abruptly shattered by this unexpected laughter, instantly lightening the mood in the room.
The man across from them was about to retort, but he was stopped by a burly figure beside him. With a cold grunt, he fell silent.
The burly man stepped forward and called out loudly, "I am Chang Guohong. Please have your leader, Jufeng, come out to speak."
Flower Snow Moon took a step forward, ready to respond, but suddenly a sound of footsteps came from upstairs.
Immediately, everyone's gaze turned upward as they saw a figure leap down from the second floor, landing effortlessly on the ground floor between the two parties, closer to Flower Snow Moon's side, carrying someone on his shoulder.
The newcomer shrugged and tossed the person he was carrying onto the ground. As those across from them recognized the fallen man's face, their expressions changed in shock.
"Eighth Brother!" Chang Guohong rushed forward to call out, but it was too late; the man was already dead and could no longer hear his elder brother's affectionate voice.
It turned out that the group sent to assassinate them consisted of all ten of the Starlight Ranking's top members. Aside from Jufeng and Fifth, who had been killed by Jufeng himself, the rest were all present. When they entered earlier, Chang Guohong had sent the swiftest member, Old Eight, to sneak up to the second floor to assess the situation. He never expected that in such a short time, Old Eight would fall.
The newcomer could only be Jufeng. At that moment, any signs of fatigue vanished from his face; he radiated energy and spirit as if his martial arts prowess had ascended to a new level. Politeness, who understood him best in this situation, couldn't help but admire him inwardly.
Such an opportunity was rare.
Jufeng had no time for Chang Guohong's regrets or self-reproach; instead, he spoke coldly, "I am the Jufeng you are looking for!"
As soon as Jufeng appeared before everyone, a collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd. The assassins were relieved because their target had finally shown up, while Flower Snow Moon and her companions felt reassured knowing they had found their backbone.
Flower Snow Moon subtly gestured behind her, and the four individuals standing behind her immediately stepped forward to form a line behind Jufeng as A Squad took their positions.
Chang Guohong clearly did not expect to encounter such resistance this time. Although Old Eight was not particularly remarkable among this group of people, he excelled in agility. How could he have been killed with just one glance? The injury indicated a swift throat strike—something Chang Guohong himself might not even be able to execute so decisively. Behind him stood Politeness; having heard of Politeness's reputation within the Unification Alliance, Chang Guohong knew that this target was also among them and clearly possessed strength that would not be inferior to this young man named Jufeng. Moreover, there had been a formidable Gunner earlier; that kind of marksmanship was truly terrifying. Without knowing the distance at that moment, it was likely on par with his own skills. How could their side possess such a strong lineup? Even if they ultimately triumphed due to their numerical advantage, it would surely come at a heavy cost.
Jufeng understood that his actions had created an intimidating effect. Seeing the opposing group analyzing their advantages and disadvantages, he seized the opportunity to further bolster his presence.
"You are the top of the Starlight Ranking, aren't you? Your third member has also died at my hands."
At these words, the assassins were taken aback. The Unification Alliance had not yet released the news of their third member's death, precisely to prevent this group from having any reservations. Now, hearing Jufeng's statement, they exchanged glances, ultimately focusing their attention on Chang Guohong.
Feeling the gaze from behind him, Chang Guohong sighed deeply and said slowly, "In our line of work as assassins, reputation is paramount. If we return empty-handed tonight, it will be hard for us to find a foothold in the future. Moreover, do not think to intimidate us with the deaths of the third and Old Eight. No matter how skilled you are, can you outrun a bullet? Remember, we are all gunmen. And there are seven of us."
Chang Guohong's words had an effect; the others behind him felt somewhat reassured. They then recalled that they were all demons with countless kills under their belts, and with guns in hand, a coordinated attack would leave few standing on the other side.
Sensing the shift in emotions among his opponents, Jufeng's gaze remained fixed on Chang Guohong, silent but increasingly intense.
After a long moment, just as Chang Guohong began to feel uncomfortable under that scrutiny, Jufeng suddenly withdrew his gaze and smirked arrogantly. "Is that so? Do you think we are just six?"
As he finished speaking, a piercing biological roar echoed through the air. Suddenly, countless flashlights illuminated around the villa as a large group of figures in black began to converge slowly.
(To be continued)
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