Chapter 1 Extra Chapter: Interlude

The death of Tengfeng was spectacular and carried out with great fanfare.

The devastating news that the top assassin codenamed "Wasp" had fallen in this place spread rapidly back to the upper city overnight.

Luo Huayi had switched back to her portable spherical mechanical carrier and was staring blankly at the shopping mall posters outside the car, completely ignoring the live news being broadcast by Cheng Zheng inside the car.

Qixi Festival is just around the corner, and shopping malls in this city are decorated with various romantic floral decorations to welcome the festival.

Xin Que parked the car in the mall, opened the car door and got out.

Luo Huayi didn't make a sound, but shrank further into her hair, still resting in the crook of her neck hidden by her collar.

"You managed to find this?"

The man sitting in the open-air café was not surprised by Xin Que's arrival.

"You're nothing compared to me. You made such a big fuss just to fake your death by using me." Xin Que thought of the information that Viper from Shangcheng had sent back recently, and wanted to shoot Teng Feng in the head again.

Xin Que's methods were extraordinary; he single-handedly annihilated Teng Feng and his worker bee swarm, demonstrating terrifying strength.

Xin Que was supposed to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, but her skills were worlds apart from other assassins...

Now, the value of Xin Que in the "Chasing Order" has skyrocketed several dozen times.

"My idea at the time was to fake my death with you. It makes perfect sense for two top assassins to go down together in a bloodthirsty fight, right?"

“No matter what, we’ve been friends since the Colosseum,” Teng Feng said sincerely. “If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.”

Xin Que "..."

She didn't really want to recall her past as someone who was bought and sold like merchandise.

Seeing the murderous intent resurfacing in Xin Que's eyes, Teng Feng immediately abandoned his joking attitude.

He jokingly referred to them as old friends, but both he and Xin Que knew perfectly well that they were merely colleagues who only cooperated when their interests aligned.

When their interests clash, they'll only compete to see who can draw their gun faster.

If it weren't for his desire to use Xin Que to completely escape Shangcheng, he wouldn't have proactively revealed to Xin Que the Huo family's pursuit of her.

"Help me this time, and consider it repaying the favor of tipping you off?" Teng Feng sighed.

"Retirement is a wonderful thing, you can't be the only one who gets to retire."

Teng Feng raised his hand, and a silver memory card slid down to the bottom of Xin Que's fingers resting on the table.

"All the information I could find about the current situation of the Huo family is in here."

"Is this enough to settle the accounts?"

With a flick of her finger, Xin Que slid the memory card into her sleeve.

Watching the woman turn and leave, Teng Feng put down his coffee cup.

"Of the twelve in the Colosseum, only a few of us remain..."

"If possible, I sincerely hope that all my old acquaintances can make a graceful exit."

He looked away, his voice gradually fading into the passing crowd.

There were only two cups of cold coffee on the table, and no one was there.

...

As soon as Xin Que drove onto the highway leaving the city, a car horn sounded outside.

The car window slowly rolled down.

A Maybach was driving alongside Xin Que's car at the same speed as Xin Que's SUV.

"Madam!!!" The man from the other world who called himself King Biancheng looked over from the passenger seat. Because the wind noise from the high speed was too loud, he had to shout at Xin Que, "Are you really not going to consider the offer from the Underworld?!"

The person driving the car was probably one of his employees; even with his long hair covering his face, his driving skills were very steady.

Xin Que "..."

Luo Huayi's visual module focuses on King Biancheng.

Although he knew that the person in front of him just looked like Luo Jingchen, he still couldn't stand him no matter what.

It is clear that Xin Que agrees with his opinion.

When King Biancheng realized that Xin Que was going all out and had the audacity to attempt to kill a god, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He is one of the Ten Kings of Hell in the same mythological system, so how come he has no authority in this world?

...

Both vehicles eventually broke down in the emergency lane.

With Cheng Zheng's vehicle core in his left hand and Luo Huayi's mechanical carrier in his right, Xin Que and Bian Cheng Wang, who was dragging a jailer away from the Maybach, leaned against the roadside railing, questioning their existence.

"Majesty?" Xin Que couldn't kill the god of this other world. Hearing his question, he was speechless.

"It's all because the mental prisons of this world have narrowed our path."

King Biancheng suddenly realized that a cheap imitation system had existed in this world before.

“To be honest, I do have high hopes for your abilities,” Biancheng Wang explained to Xin Que. “You were involved in the Shen Yuzhou case, so you should know that the Underworld is currently facing a staff shortage…”

King Biancheng sighed.

The sentences in the underworld often start at thousands or tens of thousands of years, and the number of sinners admitted to hell is no less than that. The jailers are working almost non-stop, yet they still struggle to maintain the management of the Great Hell, the Sixteen Lesser Hells, and the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

King Biancheng felt a headache coming on just thinking about his vast hell, which stretched for eight thousand miles.

"The reward is negotiable, and the treatment is also open to discussion," King Biancheng coaxed patiently. "You can't keep running away forever, can you?"

"Of course, I understand the importance of belonging, and I won't force you to leave your own world... How about this, I hire you as a technical consultant?"

"You can stay in your world to rest whenever you have free time, and just come to our world for a business trip when you have a mission."

“There’s absolutely no need to worry about subsidies,” Biancheng Wang said, recalling the memories he’d gleaned from Teng Feng. “As for the Huo family… while I can’t directly interfere with the workings of your world, I can provide you with an absolutely safe haven.”

"After all, a technical consultant should have an excellent office space."

"Madam, what do you think?"

Xin Que's brows slowly furrowed.

...

The so-called sanctuary mentioned by King Biancheng was located in a small coastal town.

“This is the closest entrance to our world,” Biancheng Wang explained. “If the Huo family dares to track us here, I can find a loophole and settle things for you.”

Xin Que looked up at the white sign with black lettering hanging above the cramped little shop.

Funeral Supplies Store

A note was casually pasted on the old glass door: [Business for Sale]

Xin Que "..."

"Landlord?" The pharmacy owner standing nearby paused for a moment, stunned, upon hearing Xin Que's question.

Strange, she's been working here for over twenty years, and the landlord of the funeral parlor next door has never shown up, nor has the shop ever been rented out...

wrong.

Does that shop have a landlord?

like……

The pharmacy owner's blank expression quickly disappeared. "I remember the landlord went on vacation. Why don't you call the number on the transfer ad and ask?"

Xin Que had just dialed the blurry contact number on the "Good Shop Transfer" paper with his personal communicator when melodious, Taoist-sounding music came from Bian Chengwang's pocket.

King Biancheng held up the mini jade tablet from his pocket in front of Xin Que, "Look, I'm telling the truth. This area around the entrance is within the territory that my influence can affect."

Xin Que looked at the calligraphy displayed on the jade tablet; it was indeed her contact number. Both of them, one person and one phone, fell into deep thought.