The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The Asura mask on the assassin leader's face looked particularly ferocious and terrifying in the torchlight.

He stared coldly at the strange figure in the center of the open space, whose head was covered by a black burlap sack and whose body emitted a Barbie pink fluorescent glow.

After a brief observation, a realization flashed in the leader's eyes.

"Who would dare to break into the heavily guarded Black Wind Stronghold at night?"

The leader's hoarse voice rang out in the night wind, like rough sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"So it's the legendary, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Crown Prince!"

"I just didn't expect His Highness the Crown Prince's outfit tonight to be so unique."

Su Jin was suffocated in the sack, and the humiliation made the veins on his forehead bulge.

His identity was eventually discovered.

"The Great General is a brilliant strategist; he foresaw that someone would raid the camp on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

The leader laughed arrogantly, his laughter filled with a mad, resolute determination to die for his cause.

He turned around and kicked over a huge wooden barrel next to him.

"Splash!"

Black powder poured out, and the pungent smell of sulfur permeated the entire open space.

This is the purest and most powerful black powder!

The leader pressed down the torch in his hand, suspending it in mid-air, just inches away from the gunpowder.

The leaping orange flames could lick the deadly powder at any moment.

"The General has ordered that if the warehouse is lost, we will perish together with the enemy!"

The leader's voice was deafening, filled with fanatical faith in the suicide squad.

"To be able to be buried with His Highness the Crown Prince of Dayuan Kingdom, and to serve our lord in loyalty, is the greatest honor of our time!"

"Let's all die together!"

The air condensed.

The atmosphere was tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment and cause a devastating disaster.

Faced with certain death, Su Jin became unusually quiet.

He had seen countless corpses and seas of blood in his life.

He sighed.

With a hint of resigned helplessness, but without the slightest fear.

He knew very well that facing such a large amount of gunpowder, coupled with the dense array of crossbows around him, would be a formidable challenge.

No matter how skilled he was in lightness of movement or how strong his inner energy was, he could not possibly escape unscathed from the explosion.

What's more, there's a little girl by his side who only knows how to play strange tricks and has no internal strength at all.

Su Jin silently gripped the dark blue poisoned blade.

The internal energy surged wildly like boiling water, reaching its peak.

He planned to withstand the first shockwave of the explosion.

Even at the cost of being severely injured in the explosion, he would use his true energy to protect Su Yaoyao and fight his way out for her!

Although he was a pervert, and although he thought about how to torture others every day.

But this little girl is, after all, his own sister, born of the same mother.

Even if she fed herself strange poisons, even if she forced herself to wear a sack.

How could such a clever and mischievous little girl not live to be a hundred years old?

Besides, how could the bloodline of the Great Abyss royal family die at the hands of these lowly assassins?

"When the explosion happens, run outside for your life, and absolutely do not look back."

Su Jin lowered his voice, his tone resolute.

Just as he was preparing to unleash his true energy and fight like a cornered beast.

A soft, white hand suddenly pressed down hard on the back of his hand that was holding the sword.

Su Yaoyao's grip wasn't strong, but she remained very calm.

"Why are you running?"

Su Yaoyao rolled her eyes.

"Ten cartloads of refined iron and gunpowder are right here. If I run away, who will build my Gatling gun?"

Su Jin was stunned.

He stared in disbelief at the little girl beside him, who was barely waist-high, through the hole in the sack.

What time is it?!

The torch was practically pressed against the powder keg!

You're still thinking about that crappy Gatling gun of yours?!

Before Su Jin could refute, Su Yaoyao slowly walked out from behind him.

He was surrounded by dozens of cold, steel knives.

Facing an impending powder keg and a group of fanatical assassins.

He pulled out a glittering golden object from his wide sleeve.

"Clatter".

The crisp sound of abacus beads clattering together suddenly rang out in the deathly silent night.

The small abacus, made of pure gold, gleamed alluringly in the moonlight.

If the group of assassins recruited outside Black Wind Stronghold saw this familiar scene, they would definitely kneel down and call him "boss" on the spot.

Unfortunately, the current Blood Droplets No. 2 Regiment has not yet been subjected to the harsh realities of the workplace culture of future generations.

"Little girl, what are you doing with that abacus? Are you calculating how much ghost money you'll need on your journey to the underworld?"

The assassin leader chuckled, his eyes filled with contemptuous mockery.

Su Yaoyao's fingers flew as she fiddled with the abacus, producing a series of crisp "click" sounds.

She raised her head, her clear, peach-blossom eyes revealing sympathy for the most wronged person.

"I'm calculating how much your lives are worth, you pathetic bunch."

Su Yaoyao's voice was clear and loud, resounding in front of the empty warehouse.

"To perish together with the enemy? Or to be loyal to one's lord?"

"Why are you risking your life?! Who do you think you are? The general's own son?"

Su Yaoyao pointed at the assassin leader and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

"You keep calling me 'my lord' and 'loyal to the end'."

"I'm asking you, does your lord pay for your social insurance and housing fund?"

The assassin leader was stunned.

Five social insurances and one housing fund?

Is it some kind of unparalleled martial arts manual?

The dozens of assassins around them looked at each other, their hands holding knives pausing, clearly not understanding.

Su Yaoyao didn't give them time to think, pressing them relentlessly.

"You don't understand? Let me put it another way."

"You guys risk your lives every day, taking on these kinds of missions with a slim chance of survival."

"If you're seriously injured, with broken arms and legs, will your lord fully reimburse your medical expenses?"

"Should we summon the imperial physicians from the palace, or should we use the priceless Tian Shan snow lotus?"

The leader's lips twitched, and the flame in his hand flickered.

Imperial Physician? Snow Lotus?

If they get injured, having a handful of cheap wound medicine to apply is already a great blessing.

Brothers who are seriously injured and rendered useless usually only face death, so where would they get reimbursement?

Su Yaoyao's gaze was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly dissecting the minds of these assassins who had been forcibly brainwashed.

"If you become disabled during training, are there substantial workers' compensation benefits?"

"Does working the Lunar New Year holiday, braving the cold wind to keep watch in the wilderness, receive triple holiday pay?"

"If you actually light this powder keg today, you'll be blown to bits."

"If your wives and children die, will the general provide them with enough pension to live on for the rest of their lives?"

Su Yaoyao pressed closer, her voice growing louder and her momentum increasing.

Like a domineering female CEO who makes grand promises to her employees at the annual meeting while simultaneously criticizing competitors.

"No! He absolutely wouldn't!"

"He'll just toss around a few taels of silver without even glancing at it, then turn around and recruit the next batch of fools like you!"

"He was drinking fine wine costing a hundred taels a pot in the capital's dens of iniquity, and embracing courtesans who cost a thousand taels a night."

"And you?"

Su Yaoyao sneered repeatedly, her discerning gaze sweeping over these top assassins.

"They only give you a pitiful few taels of loose silver every month."

"With this paltry sum of money, it's not even enough to buy a decent coffin. What are you trying to do, risk your life?!"

"You're paid the lowest possible wage, working your butts off, don't you feel resentful?!"

The soul-searching questions left the fearless assassins speechless.

The group looked at each other, glancing at their patched clothes and pale faces, etched with the marks of years of hunger. Even the leader, holding the torch, trembled...