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

The night was dark and the wind was high; dark clouds obscured the moon.

Outside the high walls of the Netherworld Cult's headquarters, three hundred ghostly black figures silently blended into the night.

They are the strongest trump cards that the Regent of the Great Yan Kingdom has cultivated at great expense and with all his heart.

This group of people has no names, no sense of pain, only code names and an absolute, obedient killing instinct.

Tonight, they received only one death order: infiltrate the inner courtyard of the Divine Cult and behead Ye Honglian.

The leader of the assassins made a clean and decisive gesture.

Three hundred men in black scattered like arrows released from a bow, transforming into silent bats in the night.

The main altar was surrounded by the poisonous miasma and hidden sentries unique to the Southern Frontier of the Divine Cult, but they were useless against them.

A poisoned tripwire? I stepped over it with ease.

Hidden sentry posts, both visible and concealed, behind the artificial hill? They can be perfectly bypassed from blind spots.

The leader of the assassins' lips curled into an arrogant, cold smile beneath his black mask.

The Netherworld Cult was renowned throughout the martial arts world, but in his eyes, its defense system was nothing more than a toy for a three-year-old to play with.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

Three hundred assassins had already stealthily infiltrated the front yard, crossed the central courtyard, and completely surrounded the cult leader's inner courtyard.

Throughout the entire process, not a single wild cat on night patrol was disturbed.

The encirclement was completely formed, and not even a fly could escape.

The leader of the assassins flashed, like a weightless leaf, and lightly leaped onto the eaves of the main house.

His legs were hooked tightly onto the edge of the eaves, and he hung upside down like an inverted spider, silently dangling above the window.

He extended a finger and skillfully poked a hole the size of a pinhole in the window paper.

The leader squinted and peered through the small hole.

He had expected to see guards on high alert, or cult leaders plotting countermeasures.

As a result, a strong, pungent aroma of butter, chili, and savory flavor wafted through the window cracks and hit the top of his head.

The sight inside the room almost made this top infiltration master of the Great Yan Dynasty bite his tongue.

Not to mention the heavy guard posts and the clash of swords.

In the very center of the room, there was a huge brass hot pot bubbling with red oil!

Four living, breathing people are sitting in a circle around the hot pot, eating with great enthusiasm.

Su Zhen, the tyrant of the Great Yuan Kingdom, was rolling up his sleeves and wrestling with a plate of freshly sliced ​​mutton without any regard for his image.

Ye Honglian, the leader of the Divine Cult, was leisurely sipping the wine that was a tribute from the Western Regions.

The rumored cunning Crown Princess Su Yaoyao, dressed in a fluffy rabbit pajama, was frantically scooping meat from the bottom of a hot pot of red oil with a slotted spoon.

The young man in white was slowly and methodically wiping his hands with a hot, snow-white towel.

The leader of the suicide squad hung upside down outside the window, feeling that his professional dignity had been severely insulted.

An army of 100,000 was outside the city, and the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom was in a state of panic.

Our three hundred top assassins have already infiltrated your bedside!

You guys are actually having a great time eating hot pot here?!

That's utterly outrageous arrogance!

The leader sneered inwardly, a cruel killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Eat up, eat more. This is your last meal before you lunatics are beheaded."

He silently raised his right hand, making a coded gesture of attack in the night wind.

On the rooftops, behind the artificial hills, and on the big trees all around.

Three hundred assassins simultaneously drew their steel crossbows from their backs and nocked arrows soaked in kerosene.

As soon as the leader swings his hand down, three hundred rockets will be launched immediately.

They were going to burn the house and its inhabitants to an unrecognizable pile of charred remains in an instant.

However, none of the four people inside the room who seemed completely unsuspecting were easy to deal with.

Holding a slotted spoon, Su Yaoyao finally scooped out a huge, urinating beef ball from the bottom of the red oil pot.

As she happily rolled the meatballs into the dipping sauce dish, she mentally launched into a frenzy of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online criticism/criticism).

Wow, it's quite lively outside. Three hundred live targets—that's a big deal.

[This Regent of Great Yan is quite a nice guy. Knowing I'm currently working on research and development and need clinical data, he sent me a whole package of guinea pigs.]

[Do you really think my medical scanner is just for show? They barely climbed over the wall, and the infrared thermal imaging has already seen right through them.]

Su Yaoyao took a bite of the beef ball, and as the juices overflowed, she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

[Perfect timing! I was bored yesterday, so I used some scraps in my spatial storage to synthesize a batch of new poisons.]

[The previous "Laughing Powder" effect was too limited, so I upgraded it and created a nighttime glowing version called "Smiling Half-Step Madness".]

[Oh dear, I've been worried about not having a place to conduct human clinical trials. I wonder how drug-resistant these three hundred assassins are?]

Su Yaoyao's mind was racing with calculations.

Sitting opposite her was Crown Prince Su Jin, who was holding a plate of premium tripe, preparing to elegantly dip it in and out of the pot.

Upon hearing his sister's heartfelt words, Su Jin's hand suddenly stopped.

A glowing version? A new type of poison?

Su Jin's deep eyes, which always exuded a crazy air, suddenly lit up.

Hmph, of course he shouldn't be the only one enjoying such a good thing.

It was brighter and more exciting than the moonlight outside the window.

Three hundred top assassins delivered to your doorstep?

This is practically the perfect experimental subject that fell from the sky!

Su Jin carefully placed the perfectly cooked, crispy tripe into Su Yaoyao's bowl.

Then, with remarkable elegance, he put down the pair of gold-inlaid ivory chopsticks.

"Little sister, these meatballs are hot, eat them slowly."

Su Jin's voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable all over.

He stood up and slowly straightened his spotless white robe.

A chilling smile slowly crept onto that stunningly beautiful, androgynous face.

"Sit down and eat properly, little sister. Don't get your hands dirty with this kind of rough work."

Su Jin turned his head, his gaze lingering on the tightly closed window, his tone carrying an undisguised fervor.

"Brother, go and take good care of these guests who have come from afar."

As soon as the words were spoken, the warm steam from the hot pot in the room seemed to freeze instantly into frost.

outside the house.

The leader of the assassins, hanging upside down under the eaves, had completely run out of patience.

He watched as the young man in white stood up inside the room, assuming that the other was going to the bathroom.

This is the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack!

Without further hesitation, the leader's raised right hand suddenly paused in mid-air, just as he was about to bring it down hard, giving the death order to fire the arrows.

At this critical moment.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted from the ground.

The tightly closed carved wooden window in front of the leader was suddenly struck by a terrifying, overwhelming force!

The entire solid wood window was kicked and shattered from the inside, exploding into sharp wood chips that flew everywhere.

The leader had no idea what was happening.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but his vision was instantly filled by something.

It was a medicine packet the size of a fist, which was shattered by the true energy the moment the window was kicked open.

The leader of the assassins didn't even have time to hold his breath.

A cloud of pungent pink smoke slammed into his mask.