540

asked in a menacing tone. Wen Nuan turned away from him. Damn it, did you just come out after brushing your teethThis smell is so bad, it's going to kill her.His words were flying everywhere, making..."What's with being young Reckless and foolish, daring to enter the Devil's Castle. Dead Serves him right."

"He's really unlucky, he's not even twenty yet, he looks so young."

"Who cares what happens He's dead anyway. Tomorrow he'll be ashes, let's not talk about this anymore, let's go drink." One of them shouted, and several people left the garage laughing and talking. The parking lot was dimly lit and eerily silent.

The cold metallic clang echoed, not overly loud, yet startlingly clear in the silent garage. Wu-shuang emerged from under the truck, rolling nimbly on the ground before disappearing into a corner to untangle the steel cable that had bound her arms. The cable, in her hands, twisted and turned into a heart-shaped handbag, which she secured around her wrist. The bag swung gently as she drew her pistol from behind her hip and placed it in the leather pouch crafted from the remaining steel cable.

Wu Shuang was about to finish her work when she suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the truck. Her brow furrowed, and she quickly drew her silenced pistol, aiming it at the back door. She went on high alert, her eyes sharp as an eagle. There was someone in the truck; she had made enough noise for them to know she was there.

Who is it

>

"Come out!" Wushuang shouted in a low and powerful voice, her tone laced with authority. She wasn't being careless; she hadn't heard any movement inside the carriage along the way. When had this person gotten on Or had they been here all along She didn't know.

With her hearing, such a high level of skill is rarely seen.

A tall and imposing man in a half-face mask jumped down from the truck. He wore a leather jacket, leather pants, a short haircut, and wrist guards. The leather jacket tightly wrapped his muscular upper body, clearly outlining the man's good figure. Leather pants wrapped around his long legs, making them appear even longer. The mask on his face covered the upper half, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Based on this person's hairstyle, eyes, and height, Wu Shuang determined that he was of East Asian descent.

She racked her brains, searching for every top figure in the underworld, eliminating them one by one. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "Ghost Face"

The man looked coldly at Wushuang. He was unarmed, with no weapons in sight. He appeared alone, and from his equipment, there seemed to be nothing overtly aggressive about him. However, the moment he stood there, an aura of invincibility emanated from him, a kingly presence that commanded respect. His entire being reeked of a terrifying, palpable killing intent. This wasn't the dull, seasoned killing intent of a lifelong assassin; it was sharp, honed to a razor's edge.

"Sharp eyes!" His voice froze the temperature in the air, chilling to the bone.

Based on my unparalleled experience, a killer with such sharp murderous aura is likely a rookie eager to prove himself.

Usually, after a few years on the streets, one's aura slowly turns dark and they learn to control it freely. This is especially true for veteran assassins who have established themselves. Gui Mian's experience was different.

Ghostface was a veteran agent, his name had been circulating in the assassin world since he was eight or nine years old. Back then, the assassin world underwent a major reshuffling. Veterans like Eleven and Ye Wei all retired, and a new generation of top assassins emerged, each one formidable.

In the assassin world, there is a very bloody and brutal game rule: the challenge.

Any assassin can challenge another assassin, and the challenged party must accept the challenger's invitation. Life and death are in their own hands, with no room for complaints. Therefore, holding onto the top spot as the number one assassin isn't easy because different people challenge you every day, and you have to accept them all. The top spot is not so easily held.

Everyone wants to be first, but not everyone is destined to be first.

Back then, Ghost Face was the top killer. In terms of ruthlessness and brutality, he was unmatched. Wu Duo had a deep impression of him. When she was eight years old, she once watched one of his matches with Ye Wei.

At that time, Ghost Noodles was a handsome and sinister sixteen-year-old boy. He challenged the reigning top assassin despite his youth and lack of renown. Back then, Ghost Noodles was an unknown killer compared to the famous top assassin; there was a vast difference between them.

Ye Wei didn't like him at first. Who knew that the competition would be so unexpected In terms of skill and brute force, Ghost Face was far inferior to the number one killer, but he excelled in cunning, intelligence, and knowing how to outsmart his opponents. He exploited his opponents' arrogance and weaknesses, successfully overpowering them. His methods were particularly cruel. For eight-year-old Wushuang, it was horrifying. She remembered clearly how he beat his opponent until they couldn't fight back, then drew a large sword from the weapon rack and cut the opponent in half.

The scene was particularly gory, with entrails and intestines gushing out with blood, it was especially sickening. Ye Wei instinctively covered Wushuang's eyes, but it was too late, resulting in Wushuang having nightmares for days.

The eight-year-old Empress Wu Shuang wasn't quite an empress yet. She was pampered by Ye Wei and Mo Jue, living a comfortable life. Her days consisted mainly of basic martial arts training and intellectual exercises, nothing too bloody yet.

Everything should be done gradually.

After being scared by the ghost noodles once, she became a lot braver. Later, she got used to seeing any bloody scenes.

Later, I didn't pay much attention to Ghost Face's news. I just knew that he retired from the assassin world ten years ago, and Unbeatable took his place, becoming the new world's number one assassin. we should, since you enjoy it, don't blame us for giving it. Actually, you can refuse.""Because you're selfish, that's why you didn't refuse, so you went to blame. You're so selfish, you didn't even...