Chapter 1 The Last Mission

If Tu Xing had known this would happen, he would definitely...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about what he knew so far, and made no conclusion yet.

As the sun sets, a tall and straight young man stands beside the small bridge.

If someone looked at him closely, they would see helplessness between his young brows. No one knew that he was anxious inside and felt that the situation was extremely difficult.

The young man lowered his brows, looked left and right secretly, walked to a more remote corner, and recalled the words of the contact person.

He is here because of the mission he took on seven days ago.

"Xiao Tu, you haven't killed a single person yet. You keep failing. This can't go on!"

The fifty-year-old, materialistic man with a mouth full of yellow teeth looked indignant and extremely disappointed, with saliva flying everywhere in his mouth, which had a strong smell of cigarettes. It seemed that he had not washed for some time.

Tu Xing subconsciously wanted to hide, but thinking of his identity, he forced himself to endure it.

The mercenary man spoke again, tapping his head impatiently with his hands.

Tu Xing endured the pain and couldn't help but argue, saying unconvincedly, "How can you say you failed? Which one was not completed during my mission?"

The fifty-year-old man had an expression of "How dare you talk back" and "How dare you say that" on his face, and he slapped the wooden table in front of him with one hand.

"They were all accidental deaths. You didn't contribute anything at all. Don't think I don't know. You're living there for free and you're a cripple. You're just lucky. If I report this, you won't have a good ending."

Hearing this, Tu Xing was speechless, his eyes fixed on the wooden board, and he vaguely felt the scars all over his body aching slightly - these people really wanted to kill him.

Memories flooded back, and the young man felt physically nauseous. His face was probably ashen, and he forced a smile:

"Yes, yes. Why don't you let me do something else? I can't do this job. Considering that the previous mission is completed... the bounty is not low. If I have bad luck and fail later, that would really cause trouble for the boss."

Tu Xing lowered his eyes. The orphan was helpless and no value could be squeezed out of him in their hands. His organs would probably be exchanged for money and his end would be death.

His abilities were indeed inferior to those of his peers, mainly because he couldn't bear to kill. He was extremely lucky to have kept all his limbs intact over the years.

The mercenary old man's eyes flashed quickly, and he raised his head high:

"If you want to do something else, fine, but you have to complete this last mission. After that, even if you want to leave and become an ordinary person, that's fine."

Tu Xing widened his eyes, his mind agitated, but he also felt that it was too early to be happy and believe everything he was told.

Try asking, "What kind of task?"

The other party asked mysteriously: "Have you heard of the Utuman Empire?"

Tu Xing frowned. "It's very far, over mountains and across rivers. Where is the location, or..."

The mercenary old man said: "Yes, kill the ninth Sultan who has been on the throne for three years. As long as you complete it, I will let you go."

He rushed in as if he couldn't wait to get the job done.

Tu Xing lowered his eyes. The king... He didn't think about it for long. The main reason was that the place was very far away. It must be much more relaxed than here. He didn't have to be on guard against people watching him all the time.

He nodded and said, "Okay, I promise. I hope you can keep your promise."

The mercenary old man grinned broadly, but beneath his face was a hidden malice: "Okay, then you can set off today."

…

Tu Xing pondered this over and over again, especially the intriguing expression on the other person's face, but that was all he could find. There were really few clues, and he regretted not asking more questions.

He lowered his head and took out the note, which was given to him when they set out. He was told that he could only open it after arriving at the destination.

It said: "Complete the mission, tell you how to get out of there."

When Tu Xingchu saw it, he really thought it was nonsense. If he couldn't do things, how could he not travel?

It was a simple thing, I just used the note as proof of my identity when handing in the task.

Now it seems that this is the problem.

Two days ago, I finally arrived here. I was lucky enough to meet Sultan on his trip.

I still remember the passersby chatting nearby, "Your Majesty has taken a fancy to a commoner girl and actually went on a special journey just for this."

Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "It will end badly."

Tu Xing, who was mixed in the crowd, moved his eyes, not knowing how "miserable" he could be. Even if a king was cruel, there would be a limit. Otherwise, the fall and change of the master was a matter of time.

Listen to the next sentence from the person next to him, "The last person he fell in love with died a long time ago. It is said that his limbs and head were cut off, and his blood dyed the grass beneath him red. All those who have daughters have arranged marriages early."

"Alas, this time you are married, it's useless, quickly dress up as ugly."

Tu Xing subconsciously touched his face. This kind of dusty civilian outfit made no splash in the crowd.

Afterwards, he was still thinking that the Sultan who was looking for a beautiful girl must be a man, so his worries were really unnecessary, and he couldn't help but sneer.

The young man glanced behind him, which was outside the side wall of the teahouse. Seeing that the wall was relatively clean, he leaned his back against it, folded his arms around his hands, continued to listen to the chat, and looked ahead.

There was a group of people in the middle of the road, with three rows of men and women in strange costumes in front of them, holding a tall flagpole in their hands. From a distance, it looked like some kind of ceremony was being held.

After the three lines of people had passed a little, the first carriage appeared. The crowd became agitated and began to whisper to each other.

Tu Xing's attention was focused on the car window, which was covered with translucent golden gauze, and there were hazy shadows.

By chance, a gust of wind blew and the gauze was lifted up. Tu Xing caught a glimpse of black skin and fine golden light, which were probably gorgeous and complicated crowns and earrings.

In the middle, there was a pair of strange purple-red dots. The young man's eyes widened a little, and soon, the gauze fell down, covering it tightly.

That is... Sudan?

The light in the carriage was very dim, and Tu Xing could only piece together a coherent image based on what he saw.

What impressed him most was the pair of purple-red eyes, which were supposed to be eyes. They were full of malice and strangeness, but also had a mysterious attraction.

Tu Xing leaned inwards, hiding the expression on his face. It had only been a few seconds, and at such a distance, how could he have such a feeling? He must have seen it wrong.

Besides, whose eyes are this color and glow?

He stared at the back of the carriage, thinking that it was most likely two colored metal pieces or gemstone ornaments hanging from the crown.

The young man thought quickly, moved his hands, and a small crossbow appeared in his palm.

Although he had just arrived, the timing was fortuitous. The guards outside must be weaker than those inside the palace. If this attack was successful, the mission could be completed that day.

Tu Xing looked around and saw that everyone was looking at the vehicle in the middle and no one was paying attention to him.

The place where he was standing was already secluded, hidden behind the crowd. The stones piled on the ground raised it a bit, and looking out from a position 30 centimeters higher than others, he had an excellent view.

Then, without hesitation, he adjusted the crossbow in his hand to aim at the vehicle, estimated that the trajectory would pass through the gap in the crowd, and pulled and released his fingers!