22: I can let you die!

In the spacious high-rise room, the curtains were drawn, and only a sliver of sunlight streamed through the gaps, landing on the suitcase filled with firearms on the floor. Thepaint-black gun body completely devoured the sunlight, clearly not an ordinary item.

The assassin was patiently cleaning up the scene, even having the leisure to observe the distant scene with binoculars, reporting the situation to his superior through the earpiece.

“Heh, those idiots at the Guardian Bureau actually thought they could survive after offending the Three-Leaf Clover Group.”

The Red Hand Organization, a notorious assassin group in the underworld, would take on all sorts of missions for money. As long as the payment was sufficient, they were willing to do anything—at least, that’s what they claimed in their public promotions.

Through the earpiece came the sound of his superior and comrades chatting in the channel.

“An unranked Cultivator with no background, he really thought he could play the hero just because he had a bit of skill, not even considering who he was provoking.”

“Tsk tsk, when the Three-Leaf Clover Group stomps its foot, the entire Liang City trembles. This Cultivator is truly seeking death.”

“Lie Qiang, report the intelligence and quickly withdraw, lest you get caught.”

Lie Qiang said nonchalantly, “They wouldn’t make a big fuss over an unranked Cultivator, would they?”

“Theoretically speaking, no.”

Lie Qiang heard the implied meaning, put down his binoculars, pressed his earpiece, and asked curiously, “And practically?”

“The Guardian Bureau just issued a reward notice for this Cultivator five hours ago. They value this Cultivator highly.”

Cold sweat broke out on Lie Qiang’s forehead: “A notice issued an hour before I carried out the mission?”

Killing an unranked Cultivator wouldn’t be a big problem.

But if he killed someone for whom the Guardian Bureau had issued a reward notice, that would be a serious matter.

“Uh, yes, I suggest you withdraw quickly. I checked the Guardian Bureau’s recent movements; it seems they’re going to act against the Three-Leaf Clover Group.”

Lie Qiang cursed his bad luck under his breath, hurriedly closed the suitcase on the floor, picked it up, and rushed quickly towards the door, putting on his hat to cover his face a bit.

He shouldn't have been greedy and taken this mission.

Lie Qiang hurriedly swiped his card to open the door and rushed out, seeing a young man wearing familiarpaint-black armor in the corridor, opening room doors one by one and politely asking to check on the occupants inside.

Lie Qiang was surprised. These room doors could only be opened with a card, so how did this kid open them?

Upon closer inspection, he found that this young man was directly twisting off the doorknobs and pushing the doors open to check.

The occupants inside were also very polite and courteous, patiently answering the questions of this intruding young man.

Lie Qiang muttered, “Sick.”

After cursing, Lie Qiang pulled down his hat brim, preparing to bypass the young man and head to the elevator.

The young man heard the movement, turned his head, looked at Lie Qiang, and smiled brightly, “Oh, so you’re here.”

Lie Qiang’s heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly looked up at the young man and realized that the young man’s appearance seemed somewhat similar to the target he had killed.

Too similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Lie Qiang’s pupils constricted. He quickly retreated backward, pulled out a pistol from his waist, aimed it at the young man, and fired directly.

The young man inpaint-black monstrous armor tilted his head and smiled, “Mission start~”

【Revenge Mission, Start】

…

Lie Qiang stood by the window, and his comrade’s teasing voice came through the earpiece: “You’re finished. The Guardian Bureau issued a reward notice an hour before you carried out the mission. You slapped the Guardian Bureau’s face.”

Sweat beaded on Lie Qiang’s forehead. He swallowed: “What’s going on? An illusion Spell?”

Why was he standing here?

Wasn’t he just killing a young man in the corridor?

A teeth-grinding crunch came from behind Lie Qiang, followed by a dull thud of a metal object hitting the carpet.

Lie Qiang turned around and saw the blood-eyed black-armored young man pushing open the door. The metal doorknob lay forlornly broken in two on the carpet.

The blood-eyed black-armored young man gently closed the door and smiled at him: “Don’t panic, take a deep breath. This is normal.”

Lie Qiang hurriedly drew a short sword from his waist, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and stared intently at him: “Damn it!”

When exactly did I fall under an illusion Spell?

“Lie Qiang, what are you talking about?”

Lie Qiang’s expression was tense, and he spoke rapidly: “I’m under an illusion Spell! Get over here and support me!”

When carrying out missions, Lie Qiang was accustomed to bringing an assistant to hold the fort and provide auxiliary support.

“Illusion Spell? What illusion Spell? I haven’t detected any illusion Spell fluctuations here.”

The blood-eyed black-armored young man’s tone was flat: “Don’t panic. In this Reincarnation, only your and my memories will be preserved, so we have a long time to communicate.”

Lie Qiang completely ignored him, directly activating his mental Spell to enhance his perception, found the enemy standing in front, threw out his short sword, and simultaneously drew his pistol from his waist for rapid fire.

“Bang bang bang!”

One shot to the left chest, one to the right chest, one to the center of the eyebrows. The shooting was precise and elegant.

The blood-eyed black-armored young man fell backward onto the floor, his eyes calmly open, blood beginning to flow from his brow. His sleep quality was excellent.

Lie Qiang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: “Playing tricks. Can you check for me if the illusion Spell has been dispelled?”

“…Lie Qiang, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t detected any Spell fluctuations.”

Lie Qiang frowned: “Impossible… Hmm?”

Lie Qiang stood at the edge of the window, his binoculars beside him. The familiar crunching and thudding sounds came from behind him.

Through the earpiece, his comrade’s familiar teasing voice came: “You’re finished. The Guardian Bureau issued a reward notice an hour before you carried out the mission. You slapped the Guardian Bureau’s face.”

Lie Qiang turned his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and saw the blood-eyed black-armored young man gently closing the door, giving him a calm smile.

“I said, we have a long time to communicate. Can you calm down now and tell me what information you have?”

The voice was gentle, yet as merciless as a death knell.

Lie Qiang didn’t hesitate, directly took out his pistol, aimed it at his own chin, and frantically shouted, “Retreat quickly! The opponent used a high-level Spell!”

“Bang!”

Lie Qiang felt his vision go black, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

So, this is what death feels like.

The world before his eyes brightened again. The sunlight outside the window streamed through the curtain gaps, falling onto Lie Qiang’s pupils. The binoculars by his hand stood silently on the windowsill, and his comrade’s familiar teasing voice came through the earpiece.

“Crunch.”

“Thud.”

Merciless sounds rang out.

Lie Qiang turned around, his pupils trembling, his expression horrified, looking at the young man.

The young man pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at him calmly: “Now, are you in the mood to elaborate?”

Lie Qiang took a deep breath: “If I tell you, will you let me go?”

“I can let you die.”

Silence brewed in the room.

After a long while.

Lie Qiang nodded bitterly: “Okay.”

Those idiots from the Three-Leaf Clover Group, this time they actually kicked such a hard iron plate.

And they said he had no background.

Is this what they call no background?