It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 104 The Past of the Three No's (Part 3)

at night.

Group 21 approached the herders' encampment silently. The cattle and sheep lay prostrate on the ground, sleeping under the moonlight. Occasionally, those that were awake would bleat softly and lazily swish their tails.

A few hours ago, the yurt was brightly lit, and loud singing could be heard from time to time. This was a group of nomadic herders. They have fixed grazing areas. These days, there are very few herders who graze their sheep with their livestock. Most have specific houses, and the yurt is just a temporary place to live. Every warm season, some herders will drive their cattle and sheep to live wherever they want.

"There are no sentries around, and I can't hear any heartbeats." Wang Xiaoping closed her eyes, and the sounds within a radius of several hundred meters converged into a clear river, reaching her ears: "The heartbeats in the tent on the left are far stronger than normal. There are three people in total, which matches the target number. The three without any sentries will lead the way, and the others will keep their distance from her."

"action!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sanwu dashed out like a cheetah. She ran very fast, yet her footsteps were light. In her hand, she held a willow-handled knife, a half-arm-length blade perfect for assassination. It came from the equipment department of the Baoze Group and was an exclusive magical weapon, its only characteristic being its sharpness, making it adept at penetrating armor.

This willow knife holds special significance for Sanwu. It was a weapon that the five members of the group exchanged for by pooling their points, and it was a sharp blade that everyone gave to Sanwu to use in battle.

In addition, her multi-purpose belt also carried a large-caliber Desert Eagle and two high-explosive grenades.

These firearms were originally no threat to bloodline experts; although they were incredibly powerful, they often failed to hit their targets effectively in actual combat. However, Sanwu's special ability was precision strikes, allowing firearms to be used to their fullest potential.

Silently approaching the yurt, the willow knife flashed a clear light in the darkness. With a hiss, the yurt cracked open, and Sanwu slipped inside.

The air was thick with the smell of mutton and the sour stench of human flesh. Three people were sleeping in the tent, their breathing even. Suddenly, Sanwu swiftly stabbed them in the heart while they slept.

Immediately afterwards, her empty eyes suddenly narrowed.

The three men had dark skin and robust builds, typical of Inner Mongolians. They did not match the description in the intelligence report.

Assassination requires a single, decisive strike. In the dark, it's impossible to turn someone's face over to see clearly before killing them. Sanwu didn't change color because she killed the wrong person; with her rich combat experience, she immediately realized she had fallen into a trap.

The remnants of the Ancient God Cult seemed to have known she was coming and had made preparations in advance. Their crude and simple plan, however, took advantage of their foresight, catching them completely off guard and leading them into a trap.

A surging killing intent came from behind.

In the chaos, Sanwu had no time to dodge, and as she turned, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was thrown out of the yurt by a tremendous force, rolling on the grass and leaving a shallow trail.

A tall, burly man emerged from the collapsed yurt, his bloodshot eyes gleaming menacingly. "Number Three, your reaction speed has slowed down. What made you let your guard down?"

This man is the God of War. In the battle to wipe out the Ancient God Cult, he was the only one among the high-level combat forces who was not eliminated. He led a group of cadres to break out of the encirclement.

On Baoze Group's kill list, the God of War is at the top.

"Mars!"

The three teammates, who were running, all stopped in their tracks.

The first on the kill list was someone they were naturally familiar with: the God of War, a powerful and imposing man who had once caused the Baoze Group to suffer heavy losses. In this pursuit and encirclement, every team that encountered the God of War was wiped out without exception.

"Damn it, it's the God of War!" Wang Xiaoping roared into the walkie-talkie, "Withdraw, withdraw..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the grass beneath her suddenly collapsed, and the enemy hidden beneath her attacked, easily subduing her.

From the two yurts, several remnants of the Ancient God Cult rushed out and attacked the twin siblings and Zheng Kaiyan. The two sides chased and fled, and the battle was quickly resolved.

Wang Xiaoping and her teammates had their limbs broken and were thrown together, allowing her to clearly see the composition of the anti-hunting team.

The tall, thin man with the face of a drug addict is the infamous Blood Demon. The two men, one in black robes and the other in white robes, are top assassins known as the Black and White Impermanence. The short man, nicknamed Tu Xingsun, silently hides beneath you, ready to strike at the crucial moment. A master-level stealth operative.

Everyone is on the kill list.

The members of Squad 21 were filled with gloom. They had gone out as hunters, but after engaging the enemy in close combat, they discovered that they were the prey.

Fortunately, they still have three things: no money, no job, and no job.

Sanwu is a top-tier expert, an invincible superwoman in the training camp. Apart from the S-tier expert who serves as the head instructor, no one among the instructors can match Sanwu.

Sanwu never disappoints. During the months-long pursuit, she almost crushed one enemy after another.

"I think I understand now," the God of War saw the answer in the suddenly narrowed pupils of the three-dimensional being: "Is it friendship? Number 3, have you found what you've always longed for?"

"What a troublesome daughter. I've always taught you that only ruthless killers survive, but you've always been different from other children. You crave warmth more than they do." The God of War scratched his head: "A killer who craves warmth will one day be killed by warmth."

"Did you see the look in your friends' eyes? They're not afraid because they expect and believe in your victory," the God of War pointed to his teammates. "My dear daughter, let's play a game. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, well, we'll play another game then."

The battle ended five minutes later; Sanwu lost.

She suffered a crushing defeat, exhausting her high-explosive grenades and emptying all her magazines. The willow knife, representing the victory of Squad 21, was broken in two by the God of War with his bare hands.

The God of War, holding her by the hair, walked towards Squad 21, a sinister smile on his face: "The next game is a test of your friendship."

"You betrayed the organization and switched sides to Baoze Group in order to be a normal person. I won't hold those things against you, but didn't you want friendship?" He grabbed Sanwu's hair, forcing her to look directly at his team members: "Four people, two people per group. Only two of them can survive. You decide who lives and who dies. Otherwise, the person you abandon will die here. Number 3, their lives are in your hands."

The members of Squad 21 cursed and swore at them, their faces filled with fear, sensing the approaching death.

The members of the Ancient God Cult laughed heartily; in this hunt and counter-hunting operation, torturing prisoners was their only form of entertainment.

"Let's start with this pair," the God of War said, pointing to Zheng Kaiyan and Su Tong. "Between the two of them, which one is your best friend?"

Sanwu stared blankly at them.

"If they don't choose, they'll all die," the God of War said.

In an instant, silence fell over the surroundings. The team members looked at Sanwu nervously, while the Ancient God Cult and others wore cold smiles.

In the silence, Zheng Kaiyan said, "I choose to die."

The God of War was taken aback, then scoffed, "Sacrifice yourself for friendship?"

He raised his hand in a gesture, and the man in the black robe slid out a curved knife. The cold blade pressed against Zheng Kaiyan's neck, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Say your last words," the God of War said. "You can say whatever you want to say, like blaming your incompetent friend." He patted the face of the three-nothing.

Zheng Kaiyan looked at her face, the blood staining her delicate features. For a long time, he fell asleep thinking about that face.

Wang Xiaoping was the first person to become her friend, but no one knew that Zheng Kaiyan was the first person to like her. On the very first day that she came to the training camp with the Thunder King, Zheng Kaiyan had already fallen for her.

She was different from everyone else, with a pair of ethereal eyes and a simple mind, like a lotus flower that rises from the mud unsullied, clear and pure.

She possessed a purity that street thugs never had.

One night, he put his arm around his younger brother Su Tong's shoulder and said, "Hey, that new girl is really hot. She never showers with everyone. Let's go peek at her."

What he really wanted to say was, "That girl is so innocent, I really like her."

But he's a petty thug, the kind of guy who, before he even got his act together, would wield a kitchen knife and cut power lines, fighting his way from West Street to East Street. He certainly can't say anything so weak and timid in front of his newly recruited underlings.

Su Tong is right. Unrequited love has no future. If you like someone but don't tell her, how will she know? Especially a girl like that who has no connections or emotional attachments.

"I..." Zheng Kaiyan opened her mouth, but what came out was, "You must live on."

He suddenly hated his own weakness; he was no longer afraid of death, yet he dared not say "I like you." He dared not even mention the gifts he had been unable to give over the past year.

The scimitar slit his throat and severed his head.

The girl silently shed tears, and her eyes, which had once shone with hope, finally returned to lifelessness.

(End of this chapter)