Chapter 39: Customer-Centric Wuji Assassins

First and foremost, the Wuji Assassins were as customer-centric as possible.

If a client requested a natural death or an accident, they would ensure no traces of murder were left behind—though the price would be higher in such cases. As long as the money was paid, the Wuji Assassins would have no complaints. Conversely, if the client requested a brutal death, they would tear the target to pieces or disfigure their face beyond recognition.

Another advantage was their persistence. True to their name, Wuji (無極, meaning "endless"), they never gave up.

The initial cost of hiring the Wuji Assassins was high, but even if the mission failed, there would be no additional charges until it was completed successfully.

What was the outcome?

It was always a happy ending.

The Wuji Assassins would send out multiple assassins, who would diligently carry out the mission until it was accomplished. Choosing the Wuji Assassins meant no hassle and a guaranteed good result.

For this mission, the Wuji Assassins deployed four assassins.

Given the substantial payment, they would handle it flawlessly.

Even if the target wished to die, it would be futile to say so.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Hey, even if you are, can't you at least manage your expression?"

Zuyang was delighted, so Man Bajia furrowed his brows as much as possible. After all, it was a matter of taking a life, yet Zuyang looked like a child eagerly awaiting a gift.

"Hehe, why are you so happy on a good day?"

"From what I see, you're not in your right mind either."

Honestly, in life, there are times when one feels so depressed that they wish to die. Many people say this, but would a friend really say, "Sure, I'll kill you" just because you vent your feelings?

At this point, both the one asking to be killed and the one willing to kill are insane. What's even more absurd is that this time, it's not just Fanhang who will die.

Zuyang will die too.

The second son of the wealthy Yinhua Arsenal, Zuyang, would inherit a vast fortune, yet he had already decided on the outcome from the start.

- How can I live after killing my friend? I must die as well. This is the proper way to show respect to the Tianhua Library and to uphold human dignity.

Man Bajia heard this during their first meeting.

Zuyang, with his calm eyes that made him look like a Buddha at first glance, was determined to fulfill his friend's wish and enter hell himself.

Abandoning his immense wealth and status to die.

Man Bajia, though it wasn't his money, felt so frustrated that he almost became angry. Clenching his lips, he leaned forward and whispered,

"How do you plan to die?"

"It's none of your business, Mr. Man."

Zuyang smiled.

His overly cheerful demeanor made Man Bajia's face crumple again.

"Your attitude is so different. Fine, I guess you'll die well. Anyway, I want nothing to do with this. Die cleanly and don't drag me into it."

"Hmm, but who did you just speak to?"

Zuyang playfully deflected, and Man Bajia snorted.

"You're being ridiculous."

**

At that moment, the Wuji Assassins' killers had spotted their target.

In the bustling street, the Tianhua Library's eldest son and his two younger brothers were just entering, passing through the crowd.

The killers approached the eldest son from all four directions, blending in with the pedestrians.

"What a bunch of pathetic guys."

Hugong stopped walking and sighed, looking at his younger brothers.

They were passing by a row of shops.

Yun and Fumeng saw a stall selling wooden dolls and ran over, their faces lighting up.

Songhua, the only one guarding them, approached them with a determined voice.

"Master!"

"Yes?"

"I'll bring the two masters back right away."

"Good. Go!"

"Yes!"

Songhua walked off determinedly,

but never returned.

She seemed to be scolding Yun and Fumeng, but soon they were all laughing and playing with the wooden dolls.

‘If this is how it’s going to be, did she really need to be so determined?’

Hugong bit his lip and shook his head.

Just as he stood alone in the middle of the street,

"Oh, isn't that Master Fan of the Tianhua Library!"

A voice called out from a distance.

Following the voice, he saw Wang Xiaohan from the Continental Arsenal waving through the crowd with a smile on his chubby cheeks.

Familiar faces were also nearby.

Zhang Yi, Dang Jiangwu, and Ban Jiaoren.

They recognized him and waved back with smiles.

Hugong took a step back.

‘Huh?’

Killing intent.

The children's waving was a mere distraction; the threat was right in front of him.

A figure with killing intent was unexpectedly an old woman.

Among the passing pedestrians, the old woman stood out clearly. She looked like any old woman, even leaning on a cane, but she wasn't an old woman.

She was just pretending to be one.

Her gait was uneven, but there was a pattern in the irregularity. The teeth visible in her trembling lips weren't those of an old person. Despite her bent posture, her basic physique was well-maintained.

Most importantly, the old woman's true face, as seen through the Ziling Eye, which could penetrate concealment, was that of a middle-aged woman.

Their eyes met, and the old woman naturally averted her gaze.

But her direction didn't change.

If he let her pass by, she would strike.

‘Are these the remnants of Ximen Chui’s assassins?’

But the time frame is too short?

‘Could it be Zuyang?’

The letters exchanged between Fanhang and Zuyang were about a hit request.

That's unlikely.

After receiving Fanhang's memories, he sent a letter to Zuyang asking him to come to the library. He hasn't received a reply yet.

But that's not the immediate concern.

Who hired them can be figured out later.

Hugong narrowed his brows.

As he heightened his senses to prepare for the old woman, he sensed more killing intent.

‘Not just one. Two… three…’

He glanced to his left.

A limping man was approaching.

And from the diagonal right, a thin middle-aged man.

Another one was detected behind him.

He turned to confirm.

‘…Four? This is quite an honor.’

Behind him, a young man in his late twenties was approaching, picking his nose.

‘A young punk coming to kill someone with no seriousness…’

He wished the person coming to kill someone would be a bit more serious, but the attitude was so disrespectful.

Anyway, weren't all the high-level assassin organizations wiped out in the past? Are these new ones?

Shalmu, Heianbu, and Anxiangdan.

These were the renowned hit organizations of the past.

Shalmu and Heianbu were completely wiped out, and Anxiangdan was said to be farming.

Just then, the old woman reached him.

The other three were still some distance away.

The one behind him was slowly approaching, pretending to be distracted.

The old woman seemed to be the one to strike first.

That meant,

‘You’ll be the first to die.’

Hugong took a step forward and activated the Invisible Step.

He paused for a moment, then sprang forward.

"Master Fan, I was just hoping to see you…"

Wang Xiaohan, who was approaching with a wide smile, was startled and took a step back.

Zhang Yi and the others were also shocked by the sudden situation.

It seemed as if the figure of the Tianhua Library's eldest son had dispersed, but when he reappeared in their line of sight, he was already holding the old woman's neck.

Snap.

The old woman's neck twisted.

The frail old woman fell, her upper body leaning forward while her head was turned backward.

"Ah! What…"

"The old woman!"

There was no time to stop him. The eldest son's movements were too quick.

That was just the beginning.

The eldest son's figure had already moved to another location.

After discarding the limp old woman, his figure swayed and moved to the left.

He grabbed the limping man's shoulder.

Crack.

Their hands moved quickly.

The limping man's eyes widened with fear and confusion. He thought he had dodged the blow by hunching his shoulders, but his arm was bent in a way that seemed to be broken.

But even the arm break was a feint.

The limping man only realized he had been struck at a pressure point when he felt a sensation on his side.

‘The information is different. What’s going on here?’

It was clear that the eldest son of the Tianhua Library was supposed to come to die.

Why would he attack them?

And what kind of martial arts and skills are these?

His thoughts didn't continue.

The moment he felt a finger touch his chin, something pierced through his skull.

Zing.

A bell seemed to ring in his head as his consciousness faded.

His brain burst, and the limping man collapsed, blood streaming from his eyes and ears.

At that moment, the two assassins on the right and behind simultaneously attacked. They couldn't believe their two companions had died so quickly, but that was a concern for later.

"Master Fan!"

"Master Fan!"

"Brother!"

Only then did Wang Xiaohan and the others realize something was wrong and shout in alarm. The startled pedestrians screamed and scattered.

In the meantime, the young assassin who had been picking his nose had his wrist grabbed and twisted.

The young assassin's eyes widened in shock.

He had clearly