King of Assassins

Purple casually held the sword in one hand and a cigarette in the other as she entered the elevator.

As soon as she entered the elevator, Purple immediately put on a pair of sunglasses.

Her sunglasses were specially made, with very wide bright silver lenses that covered half of her face.

Whenever she left the basement, Purple would always wear these sunglasses. Outsiders had no idea that her eye color was very unique.

In fact, among the other six brothers, only Poison knew this secret.

Poison knew very well that the boss did this to conceal her special eyes. So, he conscientiously never mentioned it to outsiders.

He was the only one who knew, and if the secret got out, it would be his fault.

Poison felt that this was a test from the boss to see if he could keep a secret.

Moreover, Poison didn’t really think this secret was a big deal. In this era of mutation, with technological modifications and natural human changes, it wasn’t surprising for eyes to change color.

Still, Poison was the first to see Purple use a sword.

Purple didn’t have any specialized weapons; under normal circumstances, she preferred using guns. Poison had watched Purple’s fights and concluded that she didn’t possess any special powers; she was just faster, more accurate, and stronger.

No matter the enemy, they wouldn’t last more than three moves against Purple.

There was once a renowned Level 7 modified expert who was instantly killed by Purple in a direct confrontation with her bare hands.

After that battle, Poison revered Purple as a Celestial Being. Given Purple’s combat prowess, who in little Wei’an City could stand against her?

Not to mention those gangs, even the big companies couldn’t muster such power. With Purple’s abilities, it wasn’t impossible to destroy these companies.

Unfortunately, Purple wasn’t very ambitious. The Purple Rose organization could only reach the level of a top-tier gang, unable to become the dominant force in Wei’an City.

Poison was actually quite frustrated by this, holding a hand full of unbeatable cards but unable to play them. It was truly vexing.

Now, it was even more frustrating, with the boss hiding in the basement while the Headquarter Tower was being overrun.

Old Wu, although cunning, was loyal to his brothers. Yet, he ended up dead just like that.

Poison was upset but didn’t dare complain to Purple, so he kept it to himself.

The elevator went directly to the tenth floor, which was the training hall, where many elite gang members usually trained.

On the other side of the training hall was a small weapons depot. This design was also to quickly gather personnel for emergencies.

The door to the weaponry was a heavy armored door; when faced with overwhelming enemies, one could temporarily retreat inside.

Old Wu mentioned that the armored door had been breached, which must have happened on this floor.

After stepping out of the elevator, Poison saw bodies littering the ground.

Members of the Purple Rose wore their distinct purple uniforms, making them easy to identify.

Now, all these gang members lay flat on the ground, breathless. Many had large bullet wounds on their bodies, while many others had very thin injuries, mostly to the heart.

"Quite the meticulous person."

Purple looked at the bodies on the ground and laughed instead.

Poison was confused, what did meticulous mean?

Purple took a drag of her cigarette and blew a smoke ring before slowly explaining, "With a sword, you either slash or stab. For non-armored targets, slashing is more convenient and powerful. This person only stabbed, avoiding the unnecessary spectacle of scattered guts and limbs."

That’s how it was. Though Poison wasn’t adept with a sword, he understood immediately.

Indeed, for a swordsman, slashing was more convenient and powerful. Stabbing was more complex, requiring greater skill in swordsmanship and more power.

The enemy’s technique only indicated one thing: he was very calm and had the leisure to do this.

Realizing this, Poison felt a bit heavier in heart; the opponent was stronger than he had imagined.

Luckily, the boss still managed a smile, so there should be confidence in handling this, right?

Poison sneaked a glance at Purple. The large floor-to-ceiling windows provided ample lighting for the hall, augmented by dozens of lights, making it bright as day inside.

In the bright light, Purple’s side profile was exquisite and defined, captivating. Her long hair was styled in a bun, with strands freely floating around.

This casual ease balanced out her aura of mystery, seriousness, and depth, forming an unusual charm.

Poison didn’t know why, but even in such a tense moment, he found the time to think about these things.

Standing before the armored door, Poison saw the twisted and deformed door, and suddenly snapped to his senses.

The three-foot-thick armored door had an external lock and an internal primitive iron latch, both forcibly cut open, and the armored door blown apart with such force that it became deformed.

Inside, Old Wu lay on the weapon rack, surrounded by scattered firearms.

Old Wu, clad in Iron Armor, had a small sword mark on his head, from which blood constantly seeped.

Even though Poison was ruthless, seeing Old Wu’s corpse laid out like this made him feel a pang of sorrow.

He went over and lifted the Face Armor, revealing Old Wu’s face, already submerged in blood, obscuring any discernible features.

"That was a swift strike."

Purple stood beside Old Wu, studying him closely, and said to Poison, "Not only is this person’s swordsmanship high, but their body is also formidable. Impressive."

Poison, concerned, asked, "Boss, should we avoid direct confrontation for now?"

"What is there to fear?"

Purple dismissed the worry. After taking another drag, she said, "In this small place, could there be a Level 10 modified person?"