Shen Yuan's tall figure slammed heavily onto the container behind him with a loud "boom".
The iron mask on his face slipped off and fell to the ground with a crisp sound that struck the heart.
The two assassins, who were struggling to fight Lu Zhufeng, suddenly split up, their eyes filled with disbelief.
In that split second of their stunned silence, two gunshots rang out.
The bullets pierced precisely between the eyebrows of the two men, blood splattering out. The assassin's eyes widened beneath his iron mask as he collapsed to the ground.
Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.
Assassins at the S-class level possess an incredibly sharp and responsive level of awareness and reaction speed.
Ordinary guns posed little threat to them, and he hadn't expected that Shen Yuan's lightning-fast defeat would have such a huge impact on them.
This was the first time he had taken down two S-class assassins so easily.
At this point, everyone's eyes were drawn to Chen Yuan, whose body was trapped inside the container.
The cold iron mask fell to the ground, gleaming with a faint, eerie light, while a large black cloak covered the upper half of his face.
But even just by looking at his smooth jawline, one can imagine that the face hidden under the cloak must be quite handsome.
His chest heaved violently, and he opened his thin lips, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He clutched his chest, panting slightly for a few seconds, then reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Although his eyes were covered by a black cloak, he seemed to be able to sense everyone's gaze. He coughed and exhaled a breath of stale air as he struggled to get up.
His tall figure stood alone in the vast, snowy night, adding to his sense of loneliness.
He slightly raised his sharply defined jaw, as if taking a deep breath, and, under the unwavering gaze of everyone, his fingers touched the hood of his cloak.
When the lid was removed, a handsome face, as if sculpted by a knife and axe, was exposed to the air.
His face didn't resemble that of an assassin at all; it was handsome and rugged, exuding a cold and righteous aura.
Upon seeing this face, everyone's expressions varied.
Xiao Wujie lowered his gaze indifferently, Chu Liyue's eyes were calm yet cold, while Lu Zhufeng and Gu Junci showed surprise.
Chu Yichen.
As for Lu Zhufeng, he had fought with him before and had long realized that he was not simple, but he still did not expect that the Shen Yuan he had gone to great lengths to hate was him.
Gu Junci was astonished that the second young master of Chu, who was quite famous in the capital, was actually SL's top assassin.
He kept it very well hidden.
His breathing was slightly erratic and heavy. Chu Yichen clutched his chest, looked up at Chu Liyue, whose gaze was icy and calm, his expression complex, and slowly spoke in a low voice:
"You... you knew all along?"
Chu Liyue looked at him without saying a word, but her gaze grew colder and deeper, sending chills down one's spine.
She always knew that Chu Yichen was even more secretive than his father, Chu Feihong.
It was here that she and Xiao Wujie thwarted Chu Feihong's bloody battle. Chu Feihong absolutely had no ability to hire four S-level assassins; there was clearly someone else behind it.
What truly made her suspect that the two identities were linked was the attack on Lao Heishan.
Xiao Wujie had been by her side for many years, always keeping a low profile. Most of the people he offended were for her sake, and very few people would harbor such strong hostility towards him.
Although she had kept her heart closed and love locked away for many years, she was intelligent and could sense many things.
Using her as bait, the sword is aimed directly at Xiao Wujie. This seems puzzling, but upon closer examination, everything is actually traceable.
"Brother Yichen, you're quite good at hiding things."
Xiao Wujie slowly stepped forward and leaned against Chu Liyue. His voice sounded tired, but his tone was indifferent.
His suspicions about Chu Yichen predate those about Chu Liyue's by a long time. Don't ask why; it's just a man's intuition.
He was extremely sensitive to anyone who harbored ulterior motives towards his sister.
The others were all eager to steal but lacked the courage, only daring to observe from afar and not daring to approach. Only this one was like a venomous snake, silently hiding in the shadows, baring its fangs, waiting for the right moment to strike a fatal blow.
He had to admit that deep down he had underestimated Chu Yichen. He should have focused his energy on forcing Chu Yichen out sooner after dealing with Chu Feihong, otherwise he wouldn't have almost been defeated by him at Laoheishan.
Come to think of it, he was the first person to scheme against him and threaten his life.
With a fever, Xiao Wujie's face was flushed with a sickly redness, his breathing was heavy, and a tickling sensation rose in his throat. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, feeling weak as he leaned against Chu Liyue's chest.
He looked at Chu Yichen with a cool gaze, and spoke in a low voice, his tone icy:
"Brother Yichen has certainly picked a good burial plot for himself."
Chu Yichen's gaze wavered slightly upon hearing this. Aisie Hall had only assigned him the task of escorting Gu Junzhe, without specifying a particular location.
This place had rendered his father powerless to recover, and he didn't come that time.
In the end, he couldn't save his father either. There was no particular reason; he simply chose this place because he wanted to come and see.
His chest heaved and he coughed up a muffled sound, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face turning pale.
He took a couple of deep breaths, glanced at Xiao Wujie without saying a word, and slowly shifted his gaze to Chu Liyue.
She stood there, her hand on Xiao Wujie's waist, looking at him with no warmth in her eyes.
Her gaze used to be cold when she looked at him, but now it's so cold it's practically murderous.
After all, he almost killed him.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he exhaled two puffs of white breath. His dark eyes stared straight at Chu Liyue, his emotions complex and unfathomable, as he slowly spoke:
Are you going to kill me?
Chu Liyue pulled a gun from her waist, pointing the muzzle directly at his brow, her intentions revealed in her actions.
Seeing this, Chu Yichen couldn't help but lower his eyes, a slightly bitter smile curving his lips. He slowly lowered the hand that was holding his chest, giving off a feeling of surrendering and accepting death.
Just as Chu Liyue's finger was about to pull the ring, Xiao Wujie suddenly reached out and supported the gun, glancing at him and speaking coldly:
"I'll ask you one last question."
Why are you so concerned about your sister?
Chu Yichen slightly raised his eyes and looked at Chu Liyue, but he couldn't see a ripple in her eyes.
He let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "It's none of your business."
Xiao Wujie released his grip, and Chu Liyue mercilessly snapped the ring, the gun blazing with a loud bang as bullets flew out.
Chu Yichen offered no resistance, but just as the bullet was about to pierce his brow, a sinister black lotus mark suddenly bloomed eerily between his eyebrows.
Purple light emanated from the black lotus mark between his brows, and the raging bullet seemed to be choked, unable to advance even an inch, and fell to the ground with a "thud".
Hehe~
A low, magnetic, and slightly effeminate laugh rang out.
An eerie purple light coalesced to form a slender figure.
Xiao Wujie suddenly straightened up from Chu Liyue's embrace, his gaze cold and solemn.
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