King of Assassins

Poison had known Purple for almost ten years, but he still couldn’t see through this boss.

Purple didn’t like money, and she didn’t like material pleasures either. She seemed not to care much about anything.

Including those big corporations, she didn’t seem to care much either.

Everyone said Purple was a Level 7 Modified Person, but Poison felt this boss didn’t really look like a Modified Person. There weren’t many modification traces on her.

The key thing was, Purple didn’t belong to any corporation, she was completely free.

Modified People also depended on individual tolerance; 99.99% of people couldn’t handle modifications above Level 5. A Level 7 Modified Person was a fortune to any corporation. There was no way they’d give one up easily.

With Purple’s skills, she could easily wait and unify the slums of Wei’an City, yet she had never done so.

Purple seemed to do nothing every day; she looked like she was just killing time here, and also like she was waiting for something.

However, Poison had never seen Purple actively seek any target.

Simply put, Purple was a very strange person. Poison had spent nearly ten years and still couldn’t see through her, so of course he was full of awe for this boss.

"What is it?"

Purple gently breathed out a puff of smoke and asked casually.

"Old Third and Old Seventh have both been killed. The one who did it is called Gao Xuan, a master who suddenly popped up in the last few days..."

Poison briefly reported what he knew; he knew Purple hated long-winded talk and hated redundant, useless crap.

"Sounds like he’s got some skills."

Purple didn’t care at all about Old Third and Old Seventh’s deaths. Although people outside said Purple’s Seven Brothers were united as one, in her eyes, the other six "brothers" were just slightly more useful subordinates.

Poison reminded her, "Boss, I think this guy’s methods are brutal and ruthless. I’m afraid he’ll take the initiative to come for us. We need to be more careful and get our contingency plans ready in advance."

"A Thunder Element Extraordinary Powerhouse, that’s pretty rare."

Purple blew another smoke ring, lazily saying, "If he’s coming, I’ll take care of him."

Poison let out a breath of relief. The reason he’d come here was to ask Purple to personally step in and kill Gao Xuan.

Normally, as the gang boss, taking out an invading enemy would seem like a matter of course.

But Purple had never been a normal person. Poison believed that Purple hiding on the side and watching Gao Xuan slaughter everyone was not impossible either.

To prevent this kind of accident, prior communication and a clear request were absolutely necessary.

Poison gave Purple a deep bow. Just as he was about to take his leave, the communicator on him suddenly rang.

Poison hurriedly connected it, and Old Fifth Iron Armor’s somewhat panicked voice came through: "Second Bro, bad news, that punk has already rushed in, we can’t hold him..."

It wasn’t just Old Fifth’s voice in the communicator; there were also all kinds of gunshots and screams.

The continuous bang-bang of gunfire couldn’t suppress the screams; you could imagine how horrific the scene must be.

"Shit, this punk’s sword is too fast. Fuck, I can’t take him, I’m backing off first."

Old Fifth’s voice in the communicator grew even more tense, and Poison hurriedly shouted, "Hold the line, the boss and I are coming right away."

"We’re screwed, he split the armored door with his sword, fuck, even the armored gate three feet behind got cut open, that’s totally not normal. There’s something wrong with this guy’s sword, it looks so much like Old Third’s Bai Feng... oh no..."

Old Fifth was in mid-sentence when he suddenly let out a startled scream, and then the communicator clattered to the ground.

All kinds of electronic static came from the communicator. Poison’s face turned very ugly. Could it be that Old Fifth was dead too?

Poison looked toward Purple, just about to speak, when a sharp, piercing screech came again from the communicator.

Converted into oscillating sound waves through the communicator’s electronic components, that sharp sound still carried terrifying Penetration Power and an indescribable edge.

Just hearing that sound, Poison felt as if he’d been run through by an invisible sword blade; his mind went instantly blank.

After zero-point-something seconds, Poison suddenly snapped back, horrified. What kind of Swordsmanship was this?

Even though he couldn’t see the opponent make a move, he was absolutely certain the other side had just thrust the sword straight forward. That sharp sound was the shrill whistle of a Quick Sword slicing and stabbing through the air.

Poison didn’t know how fast that sword was, but just this one sword cry could intimidate a person’s Divine Soul, making them unable to control themselves.

From this alone, you could see how fierce the opponent was.

Poison didn’t need to confirm it; he believed Old Fifth Iron Armor must have been cut down by that sword.

He looked at Purple with some panic. The opponent’s ferocity had far exceeded expectations. If the boss didn’t make a move, they were really dead.

"He’s a master."

The cigarette butt in Purple’s mouth glowed brighter; the dark red flame lit up her smile.

For some reason, Poison suddenly felt that the boss’s smile looked really good—very relaxed, and very confident.

That smile was full of charm, and it calmed his heart quite a bit.

"Let’s go."

Purple flicked off some ash, then finally stood up unhurriedly. She was a bit taller than Poison, wearing a purple suit. The cut was almost like a military uniform—simple and form-fitting, outlining the curve of her waist and legs, yet still crisp and sharp.

Poison knew full well how dangerous and terrifying Purple was, yet every time he faced her, he could always feel that kind of alluring charm coming off the boss.

Still, he was very clear in his heart. Sneaking a glance was one thing; he definitely didn’t dare have any improper thoughts.

Purple’s name wasn’t built on talk; who knew how many people had died at her hands.

Plenty of self-styled handsome men had tried every trick to pursue the boss, and they all ended up miserable.

Poison didn’t know what the boss liked, but he was sure of one thing: the boss definitely didn’t like men.

Purple casually took down an ancient-looking sheathed Longsword from the wall. "So there’s actually a Swordsmanship master—then I really have to meet him."