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The mourning hall was bitterly cold, with a chilling wind carrying ashes from the paper offerings, pouring in fiercely through the cracks in the doors and windows.

The side hall door was suddenly slammed open by three staggering black figures.

His body swayed violently, his breathing became disordered, and his heavy panting echoed against the blue bricks, unable to dissipate.

Lin Renhou stood to the side, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over the three of them. He bowed respectfully, his hands at his sides.

"Master, the assassin has arrived."

Wang Guozhong sat upright in the armchair, his fingertips gently stroking the jade thumb ring between his fingers, the jade feeling cool to the touch.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze looking down at him, and uttered only one word:

"explain."

The assassin leader, Li Mosheng, sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly, his tone full of dejection:

"Sir, mission failed."

Wang Guozhong's hand, which was stroking the thumb ring, suddenly froze.

His eyes instantly turned icy, his displeasure evident in his expression.

"What? Isn't Silent Assassin supposed to never fail? Three top assassins trying to kill one person, and they still failed? I paid a fortune!"

Li Mosheng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, his back straight, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Sir, that Lu Xuan is extremely strange. Originally, we secretly set up an ambush and attacked with knives and guns, which should have been a sure way to die, but he disappeared into thin air and vanished without a trace in an instant."

One of the assassins beside him shrank back slightly, his throat tightening and his voice hoarse. He spoke in a sorrowful voice:

"We suffered heavy losses on this mission! The brothers who went to intercept and kill Lu Xuan's parents and assassinate Zhang Hongling... all vanished without a trace, not even a hair remained!"

"Nonsense!"

Wang Guozhong roared, his voice booming so loudly that it made everyone's eardrums buzz.

"How can someone simply vanish into thin air?"

Lin Renhou immediately echoed, his tone resolute:

"Yes, don't talk nonsense! There's no such thing as someone disappearing into thin air!"

Li Mosheng raised his eyes, met Wang Guozhong's gaze calmly, and spoke with unwavering conviction:

"He can indeed teleport. We can't take this job."

"Can't receive it?"

Wang Guozhong suddenly clenched his fist around the jade thumb ring, his knuckles turning white, the force so great it almost dug into his flesh, his tone as sharp as a knife:

"Want to cancel your order? Do you know the rules?"

Li Mosheng's eyes remained calm, his voice steady:

"I know the rules."

"If you want to cancel your order, cut off your own hands."

The two henchmen stiffened abruptly, their shoulders and backs instantly straightening, their fists clenched until their knuckles turned white, their voices urgent and anxious:

"Boss! No! You absolutely can't!"

"Chief, we have many brothers, we can try again, please don't do this!"

Li Mosheng's gaze swept over the two of them, and he gently shook his head, his tone solemn and carrying an undeniable warning:

"That person is beyond our capabilities; no matter how many we send, they will all die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his wrist.

A flash of cold light appeared, so fast that only a silver shadow remained.

Snap—Pfft!

Fresh blood gushed out, splattering onto the bluish-gray brick surface, a glaring crimson.

The strong smell of blood assaulted the nostrils, making one's chest feel tight.

The two henchmen shuddered violently, suppressing sobs in their throats, yet they remained standing ramrod straight, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

"Boss, boss!"

Lin Renhou lowered his eyes, glancing at the winding trail of blood on the ground, and let out a low sigh:

"The Silent Killing Organization lives up to its name; Li Mosheng certainly has guts!"

Li Mosheng's voice was hoarse, but every word was clear:

"Goodbye!"

A younger man stepped forward to support Li Mosheng, his throat tightening with emotion, his nose stinging, tears welling in his eyes, and his voice trembling and cracking.

"Boss, why are you doing this?"

Another henchman gritted his teeth, picked up Li Mosheng's hand, cold sweat soaking his forehead, and a surge of pain welling up in his eyes. He spoke in a trembling voice:

"Boss, your hand..."

Li Mosheng swayed, sweat beading on his forehead, but his tone was cold, hard, and decisive, without the slightest hesitation:

"I'll cut off my own hands... This deal is over. Let's go."

Wang Guozhong gripped the jade thumb ring tightly with his fingertips, his expression cold and his breathing suddenly labored.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, his tone ruthless:

"I know that's the rule. But there's another one: if the employer offers a thousand times the commission, the task will remain on the list forever, until the day I die!"

Li Mosheng's tone was calm and expressionless, as if he hadn't severed his own hand:

"A thousandfold commission is indeed the rule! Sir, if you want a thousandfold commission, lock this order in!"

Wang Guozhong's fingertips began to caress the jade thumb ring again, his tone suddenly becoming urgent, his throat tightening:

"I have money, I really need him dead, can you think of a way?"

Li Mosheng's tone was cold and sharp, each word piercing to the bone, striking straight to the heart:

"No! I can live even if my hands are crippled. But if I take this job, none of my brothers will survive."

One of the henchmen's expressions suddenly darkened, his brows furrowed tightly, his heart pounded with anxiety, and his voice trembled:

"Boss, do you really want to?"

Another henchman lowered his voice, his eyes filled with panic, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably:

"No, no! Boss, I don't want you to die!"

Li Mosheng's gaze softened for the first time as he looked at the two of them.

The surrounding noise, the stench of blood, and the screams were all shut out; his tone was calm and relieved.

"As the leader of the Silent Killers, my death will lead to the immediate disbandment of the organization, the termination of the mission, and the clearing of the leaderboard."

The two henchmen were deathly pale, their bodies trembling slightly, and their skin ice-cold. Unable to contain their surging emotions any longer, they cried out in despair:

"No, boss, please! Please!"

Li Mosheng's voice was soft and gentle, filled with remorse, and his throat felt dry:

"I'm an orphan, all alone, raised by assassins, so all I know is killing. You've followed me, and I've never given you a peaceful life. I'm sorry!"

My younger brother's eyes were red, tears streamed down his face, his voice choked with emotion, and his throat was sore from holding his breath.

"Boss, if it weren't for you, we would have frozen and starved to death long ago!"

Another younger brother sobbed softly, each word heart-wrenching, his voice trembling with tears:

"We are all orphans, you are our only support!"

Li Mosheng's tone was firm, without the slightest wavering:

"If I die, the organization will disband, the list will be cleared, and you will all live. From now on, stop being assassins and live your lives well."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly and commanded:

"Don't stop me! That's an order!"

The two henchmen's arms stiffened, their strength instantly dissipated, and they were unable to let go.

"Chief! Yes!"

Li Mosheng used the last of his strength to smash himself against the stone pillar beside him.

"I take orders without asking why, I kill only to make a living. Today, all grudges are settled, and you need not follow me."

Bang--!!

A deep, muffled thud shook the entire side hall, making eardrums buzz.

Wang Guozhong stopped rubbing his thumb ring, his eyes serious, and fell silent.

Li Mosheng's body slid down softly and crashed heavily to the ground, instantly losing his breath.

The entire side hall was deathly silent.

Only the blood slowly spread along the cracks in the bricks, spreading a blinding red, and the pungent smell of blood permeated every inch of the air.

The two henchmen stood frozen in place, their pupils dilated, their bodies ice-cold, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound even when they cried.

They were orphans, and were taken in and raised by Li Mosheng when they were young.

The eldest son is their world, their only family in this world.

At that moment, the sky collapsed.

A moment later, one of the henchmen slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times heavily to Li Mosheng's corpse, leaving red marks on his forehead. His voice was hoarse and resolute.

"Chief, you raised me, through thick and thin, we've been together!"

The other henchman's eyes were filled with deathly stillness. He raised his hand to the short blade at his waist, his fingertips icy cold, and spoke in a deep voice:

"What is there to fear in death for a murderer? Leader, I've arrived!"

A flash of cold light followed, and two soft sounds, so faint they were almost inaudible.

The two men collapsed beside Li Mosheng, their blood slowly mingling, and they were no longer alive.

The side hall fell silent again, with only crimson stains on the floor, telling the story of the three orphans' desperate fate.

Wang Guozhong stood still, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cool jade thumb ring.

A faint hint of emotion flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness and hardness, and he remained silent.

Lin Renhou watched this scene with a complex and indescribable expression. He sighed softly and said in a low voice:

"Sir, they would rather die than accept the mission. It seems things are going badly. We must arrange an evacuation as soon as possible."

Wang Guozhong took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and withdrew his gaze.

He gently rubbed the jade thumb ring between his fingertips one last time, then nodded slightly.

"Actually, I guessed that this person was no ordinary being just from the fact that they were able to rescue people in a secret room. It's all that damned rebellious son Wang Qinshou's fault for bringing such a monster into the Wang family!"

He walked up to Lin Renhou, raised his hand and patted the other man on the shoulder, his tone solemn:

"You are in charge of the funeral hall. The funeral will proceed as usual, and there must be no mistakes."

Lin Renhou bowed and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Understood, I will definitely keep the situation under control. I will also keep an eye on the young master's side."

Wang Guozhong nodded, turned to look out the window, and suddenly stopped.

"I need to leave immediately; I can't wait any longer."

Lin Renhou looked up at his retreating figure, his tone grave:

"Patriarch, what are your plans? Lu Xuan's methods are unpredictable; we can't escape him by ordinary means."

Wang Guozhong turned around, his eyes firm and his tone resolute:

"Backup aircraft: mobilize all of the Wang family's private jets."

Lin Renhou frowned, his face showing hesitation:

"All of them? Patriarch, this commotion is too great and will easily attract attention."

Wang Guozhong waved his hand, pointed to the door, and said in a cold tone:

"We need to make a big splash. Seven planes take off at the same time, flying in seven different directions."

Lin Renhou bowed:

"Master, I understand!"

Wang Guozhong walked to the table, picked up a bunch of keys, and handed them to Lin Renhou:

"We assigned one person to each plane to wear my clothes, cover their face, and act as a smokescreen."

Lin Renhou caught the key and suddenly realized:

"Understood. Use the airplane to confuse Lu Xuan and make him unable to discern your whereabouts."

Wang Guozhong nodded, a ruthless smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"That's right."

Lin Renhou bowed and turned to leave, but Wang Guozhong grabbed his arm.

"Remember, this is a secret between you and me, and you are not to tell anyone, including my wives and children."

Lin Renhou turned around and nodded solemnly:

"I will remember this and will not say another word."

Ten minutes later, all seven planes took off!

-

At the airport, red and blue police lights flashed intermittently, cutting through the darkness.

The sirens wailed, making my eardrums ache, and the air felt tense.

Criminal Investigation Team Leader Zhao Zheng stood in the control tower, his fingertips gripping the radar screen tightly until his knuckles turned white, his throat tightening, and he gave a deep order:

"Seven aircraft have been identified. All are to be forced to land; none are permitted to take off and escape!"

The fighter jets soared into the sky, their engines roaring and shaking the airspace, relentlessly pursuing every point of light in the sky.

An urgent air traffic control instruction came over the radio:

"Immediately descend to the nearest emergency landing site for verification. Land as instructed! If you refuse to cooperate, we will take coercive measures!"

The first passenger plane, upon receiving the order, suddenly sank, its wings cutting diagonally across the night sky.

The engine emitted a piercing, muffled roar, the landing gear slammed down, the tires scraped the runway, sending sparks flying, and the plane made a deafening emergency landing.

As soon as the gangway was secured, the police officer rushed into the cabin, his voice cracking with urgency:

"Captain Zhao, no!"

Zhao Zheng's eyes twitched violently, his voice cold and sharp:

"Continue the investigation!"

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

One after another, planes were forced to land, the sound of engines echoing across the runway, and the air pressure growing heavier and heavier.

After the last aircraft was checked, the police officer rushed over, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his voice trembling:

"Captain Zhao, they're all stand-ins, Wang Guozhong isn't among them!"

Zhao Zheng froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and in disbelief, a low growl escaped his throat:

"What? All seven are fake? He wasn't even on the plane?"

The officer beside him felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle, and he blurted out:

"We've laid a trap, but where did he come from?"

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, and roared:

"Oh no! We've all been tricked! The real Wang Guozhong never boarded the plane!"

-

The sea wind was biting cold, like a knife cutting into your face, while the waves gently lapped against the hull of the boat.

Wang Guowo huddled in a corner, head down, concealing himself, and quietly turned on the overseas stealth device.

The screen was showing a live news broadcast—the scene of a seven-aircraft raid, with police in a flurry of activity and chaos.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his eyes cold and composed.

Everything is under control.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, I can still figure them out completely.

The ferry slowly moved away from the shore, getting closer and closer to the open sea, the waves making people dizzy.

Wang Guozhong breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed slightly, and a barely concealed smug look appeared in his eyes. He muttered to himself:

"Air of freedom, here I come!"

At that very moment, the piercing sound of a police siren suddenly shattered the silence of the sea.

Two beams of intense light shone directly into the cabin, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Coast Guard vessels sped from both sides, their engines roaring, completely blocking any escape route at sea.

Wang Guozhong was jolted, his face changed drastically, and he stood there dumbfounded:

"What happened? What happened?"

The boat captain trembled all over, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his seat. He immediately crouched down, clutching his head, his voice trembling:

"Officer, please spare us! We didn't do anything!"

Police officer Chen Yu boarded the ship with a gun, his boots stomping loudly on the deck, and shouted sternly:

"Everyone, squat down! Cover your heads! Don't move!"

Wang Guozhong hurriedly squatted down, burying his head extremely low. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his tattered clothes.

The footsteps drew closer and stopped in front of him, an oppressive feeling washing over him.

"look up."

Wang Guozhong was stiff all over and dared not move.

Chen Yu reached out, grabbed Wang Guozhong's chin, and forcibly lifted it.

The bright light made him squint. Chen Yu took out the photos to compare, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said in a cold voice:

"Wang Guozhong, stop pretending."

Wang Guozhong shook his head frantically, his voice hoarse and trembling, desperately trying to explain:

"No, I'm a beggar..."

"You are suspected of multiple serious violations and crimes, and are now under arrest in accordance with the law."

Chen Yu exerted force with his wrist, forcefully twisting his arm backward.

The joints were taut, and the force was deep and powerful.

With a click, the handcuffs tightened, the cold metal digging painfully into my skin.

Wang Guozhong struggled violently, thrusting his shoulders forward and veins bulging on his forehead.

His feet pounded the deck with all his might, the soles of his shoes scraping together with a screeching sound, and a scream burst from his throat:

"Let me go—!! Let me go—!! You've got the wrong person—!!"

Chen Yu pressed down on the back of his neck, his arm veins bulging.

"Don't move! What you need to say, say it in court!"

Wang Guozhong's face slammed hard onto the cold deck, dust covering his cheeks and stinging.

The roar in his throat turned into a muffled thud, his body twisted wildly, his limbs flailing erratically, struggling like a madman:

"You've arrested the wrong person! You've mistaken me for someone else!!"

"I'm just a beggar! You've arrested the wrong person!"

Chen Yu held him down, scoffing, his tone cold and mocking:

"Patriarch Wang, you are truly capable of both yielding and standing firm."

"Or, we can call you—Lightblade."

Wang Guozhong suddenly froze.

The color drained from his face instantly.

The struggle abruptly ended.

-

A thousand miles away, Lu Xuan stood by the window.

The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, but the smile was so faint as to be almost invisible.

His features remained serene, and he exuded composure.

Everything is under control.