These two assassins are undoubtedly the best in the business. But they weren't Zhao Wuji or Li Zangfeng. They wouldn't offer him much money anyway.
In the past, when they accepted assassination missions, they had encountered resistance, pleas for mercy, and even confusion. But they had never come across someone like Li Qingyu, a "rooster" player.
"Are you really that slow-witted?"
The assassin became slightly infuriated at the mention of that name. It was indeed vexing to meet someone like Li Qingyu, a player who didn't play by the rules. He felt helpless, but of course, also very angry.
"Kill!"
The fury finally converged on the merciless assassin. With a wave of his sleeve, several gleaming silver needles darted toward Li Qingyu, followed by the slashing of a dagger.
In the world as seen through truly discerning eyes, the silver needles appeared to slow down considerably. Their trajectories became strikingly clear.
